TRIGGER
With tender love, I notice the scratching disharmony
which causes you to dissociate and spin away from yourself.
With tender love, I notice how a wound has been touched rudely
and without warning, and the spiraling feeling of unsafety that has set in.
As a human being growing in spirit, we do not
go through life without getting hurt along the way.
But from the pangs of discomfort,
we can retrieve our sovereignty.
When we practice placing a breath in between
our pain and our response,
when we practice courageous inquiry into
what lives below our reactions
when we practice holding ourselves with kindness,
we have the power to lessen the charge.
The lightning bolt that moves through your
body is the messenger
who brings the invaluable information
of where the healing lies.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
TRIGGER
With tender love, I notice the scratching disharmony
which causes you to dissociate and spin away from yourself.
With tender love, I notice how a wound has been touched rudely
and without warning, and the spiraling feeling of unsafety that has set in.
As a human being growing in spirit, we do not go through life without getting hurt along the way.
But from the pangs of discomfort, we can retrieve our sovereignty.
When we practice placing a breath in between our pain and our response,
when we practice courageous inquiry into what lives below our reactions
when we practice holding ourselves with kindness, we have the power to lessen the charge.
The lightning bolt that moves through your body is the messenger
who brings the invaluable information of where the healing lies.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING