In your deepest prayer, there am I!
In your weakest prayer, there am I!
In no prayer, there am I!
Do not anchor to the prayer, but to me
© Meisaan Chan
In your deepest prayer, there am I!
In your weakest prayer, there am I!
In no prayer, there am I!
Do not anchor to the prayer, but to me
© Meisaan Chan
The journey takes us to heaven
where ten thousand lakes lie
where pines stand tall and birch trees lean gently
where rain soaks in deep
where everything is at a soul-level:
The ducks swimming, the squirrels darting, the air suspended
and I suck it into my lungs
until I, too, am suspended
© Meisaan Chan
Putting down the fury
and the self-righteousness
and the vengeance
and the victimhood,
putting the cool compress of compassion to my forehead,
that I do not grow yet weaker
© Meisaan Chan
Rage is a drug
feels eternal
kills me
© Meisaan Chan
Insecure
your world is no more:
So do not run to the world,
run to me
© Meisaan Chan
Don’t ignore yourself any longer, says the Lord –
Voice your wishes, your desires:
I am the Voice
so that you can remember yours
© Meisaan Chan
You are an ant and your fears are a mountain
but I am the universe and even beyond –
a mountain is dust of the dust
© Meisaan Chan
You’re trying too hard to please –
Be you! Be you in your entirety!
This is how you’re made, in all your facets:
Own your complexity!
© Meisaan Chan
Flesh, like spirit, is a wondrous thing, says the Lord:
It starts weak
and becomes strong
only when you work
© Meisaan Chan