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The only liberating way through tough relationships
The only liberating way through tough relationships
is on the path of compassion;
oftentimes, the path does not exist
you must forge it
© Meisaan Chan
No matter how solid it looks
No matter how solid it looks
if it is not me, it will collapse
especially if you put your weight on it
© Meisaan Chan
This is your time.
This is your time.
Hold nothing back.
Flowers burst, unfolding
live beyond themselves
© Meisaan Chan
Giving God your fear
Giving God your fear
requires laying down your sword
and laying down your sword
and laying down your sword
© Meisaan Chan
May all loss be a signpost
May all loss be a signpost
pointing the way to you
© Meisaan Chan
Life is not a popularity contest
Life is not a popularity contest
and if the world rejects you when you claim who you are
that is an acceptable price
© Meisaan Chan
Give it all to me.
Give it all to me.
I did not create the heart to be a prison
for your blind and lame and diseased
but a chamber to be emptied out
and filled eternally with me.
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry
Tagged chamber, diseased, empty, heart, lame, prison
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There is nothing left.
There is nothing left.
I’ve thrown out the furniture
the jewelry, the photos, the bed
even my spare set of socks
for all of this takes up space
which you, the God of infinity, plan to fill
and so I sweep my empty floor
seeking to give you all the space I have
for the width of a hair is too much to keep
for the width of a hair is too much to keep.
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry
Tagged emptiness, empty, eternity, infinity, space
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Please clean your house.
Please clean your house.
It is so full I cannot enter through the door
and the back door is blocked, too;
you call for me but leave no space for me to enter.
Please clean your house.
© Meisaan Chan
Curving toward the center 