I move the candle to the shadows so its flame is better seen:
The shadow means nothing to the flame because
the flame is connected to the wick, not to the shadow;
the light means nothing to the flame because
the flame is connected to the wick, not to the light;
Where you are connected makes all the difference –
Listen!
© Meisaan Chan
When in sadness
go deeper than the sadness, says the Lord
for the sadness has an end
and I do not
© Meisaan Chan
I’m lost, I say to the trail post
Not to me, the trail post replies
– Meisaan Chan
Morning sun
jewel in the sky
bird in flight
© Meisaan Chan
Still, the sun rises.
Even if I were to write no poems and fall mute
the sun, still, would rise.
That is both infuriating and comforting.
Things are not that bad to stop the turning of the earth
and the swirling of the cosmos;
the power beyond me continues to be beyond me
that is good, I whisper
as I continue to find my place
© Meissan Chan
The strawberries are tart and hard,
but it is April in a pandemic
so all is welcome to its extent.
Just as I find sleep to be elusive,
my mind distracted and inefficient
but it is April in a pandemic
so all is welcome to its extent.
© Meisaan Chan
When the externals change
go deeper into the eternal unchanging
© Meisaan Chan
You need obedience more than you need a plan, says the Lord;
one can accept the unknown
the other not
© Meisaan Chan
It snowed last night, wind howls now
and still the duck sits on her nest
enfleshing the promise
© Meisaan Chan
Curving toward the center 