Poem // Meditation

Music: “Nine” by Nadayana (2016)

3 Journaling Prompts:

  • Imagine the release of a major burden that you’ve been carrying lately. What part(s) of your body are connected to this burden and what does it feel like to let it go? Invite your hands to that place on your body and send it some deep breaths.
  • What’s left in the space where your burden was once rooted? What is one boundary you can put into practice to keep this a safe space for you to explore?
  • Rather than allowing something else to be planted in your burden’s place, what is a way you can nourish and nurture this spaciousness throughout the rest of your day?

balance me on the tips of your fingers.
don’t let me fall.
follow my cries
so I don’t drown.

you’re beside me now,
but I can’t see you.
there’s nothing but darkness here.
when will the light return to your face?

find me.
swim through the clutter I left behind,
all those mountains I gathered to keep you
away.

the books I never read
gather dust.
my peaks crack and crumble
burying all that I have left.

I am surrounded
by the silence
of the fears I never shared.
the dreams I can’t remember.

I am lost inside,
but at least I am hidden.
from the doubts of my mind
trying to turn inside out.

I left a path
there.
just in case
I needed to find my way back.

I wasn’t looking
for you.
but when there’s nothing more to see,
I am still here longing for you.

I went.
and would have never returned
because there’s too much wrong
with me and everything.

you found me
and saw me
when I couldn’t see
even my own toes.

the sun shines on my face
and I remember
all that I need to remember.
wind breathes deep through my lungs.

past the shadows
I see.
I exist here.
and you are with me.

-E

Who are you, when you’re alone, without a mirror, without your phone?

When we allow the wild in our minds to find stillness, we can let go of the desire to be anything other than true. It’s too easy to fall prey to the windows of distraction and the mirrors of comparison social media provides. All the various voices, especially the negative ones, have been getting louder and louder, trying to get others to reflect their fears—their fears of being alone.

We may more clearly hear our purpose, not only in the absence of noise, but in the presence of silence. Make more of an effort to let the stillness sink into your day—into you. Stay in it for a little more time than feels comfortable. The more we let the uncomfortable silence speak, the more comfortable we will become with ourselves.

More often we must allow our eyes to gaze up at the stars rather than down at our blemishes, and let our fingers brush against the perfect artistry of a leaf or the hand of another, rather than scrolling endlessly through a screen. Even if only for a moment more of silence each day, we may feel more alive, more ourselves, and less alone.

You are real. You are not a reflection, and you are not what you see on your phone.