Let go of your routine and listen to me, says the Lord;
routine is hard dirt, packed tight
while I am the fertile soil of surprise
© Meisaan Chan
Let go of your routine and listen to me, says the Lord;
routine is hard dirt, packed tight
while I am the fertile soil of surprise
© Meisaan Chan
Not all rest is created equally
– a lot of it is thin –
be diligent in seeking thick rest
© Meisaan Chan
Come to me and dip your cup
and drink until your thirst is slaked
then go and run and jump, persist
and when you tire, when tongue is thick,
come to me and dip your cup
© Meisaan Chan
You can let your doing influence your being
but stronger: You can let your being influence your doing
© Meisaan Chan
I pray naked
total exposure to God
nothing inhibiting the Divine touch
© Meisaan Chan
Cold rush of air, soul
shivers: take courage –
a door is opening
© Meisaan Chan
God always speaks,
sometimes with silence
© Meisaan Chan
The path opens again and the mountains return,
I have traveled this way before and yet not;
all is new, except the air, which smells familiar
© Meisaan Chan
God does not operate on your timing
because you are not the master
© Meisaan Chan