In wielding words
we wield bits of healing
or laceration
© Meisaan Chan
In wielding words
we wield bits of healing
or laceration
© Meisaan Chan
O tender sleep, come my way
may I keep a safe home for you
to settle
and settle
and settle
© Meisaan Chan
The world rushes by and burdens crush
but here in this sacred space
the soul in silence: merge
© Meisaan Chan
One of the biggest decisions to make
is where to turn for help
© Meisaan Chan
As I ease into the water, soak into me,
relieve my tension-holding;
let it ebb out so I can hear your voice
so I can hear mine
so I can breathe in silence,
holding onto nothing
© Meisaan Chan
Strength does not come instantly
but after repeated tears of muscle fibers
and then the sets of repetitions
over many weeks and months:
This is also true of the spirit
for life is calling you to lift, not just once
but to make a habit of lifting:
life is calling you to lift
© Meisaan Chan
The journey is not made in one leap
and neither in one bright flash, your heart’s enlightenment
so why such impatience, then,
with yourself, with the path?
© Meisaan Chan
When tornadoes strike be my comfort
when panic comes be my calm
when confusion swirls place me in your earthen safety
O Lord, O Lord, O Lord
© Meisaan Chan
The wound denied
is the wound that will control you
© Meisaan Chan