Laura Cordon

Everyday I sit and meditate on the flower
but it’s been days since I saw the flower

days since I’ve seen the world
beyond my own mind

to look at the world
behind visions of thought

is it a problem?
or is it healing?

is it keeping me from getting anywhere?
or is it the path?

to watch myself
not watching
the unfolding life in front of me

here,
in this moment,
is all the significance,

here,
the way my feet talk to the stone

the way my lungs
speak with the leaves

the way my eyes and ears
speak with the in-stream of colour, texture, light

the way my voice makes sounds
that weave into the waves of this moment

never before have sounds weaved like this

never again will sounds weave like this

and I’m not sure why or how

that matters

but some feeling

in this ephemeral body
tells me

it matters.

some feeling

in this body
given to me from the past,

this body that only knows how to feel
because of the ancestral bodies that felt
and birthed this one into a future existence

each emotion a reconnection to the lives once lived

to the lives that once
occupied space,
carried weight,
expressed language,

and felt

just as I feel.

lives that felt
full and embodied
present moments

with wandering thoughts
and fears

and hope, and gratitude, and love,

their lives, no less full and weighted than my own,

now, ether and light

that I reach for

forgetting

it’s in my hand

it is my hand.

—
{an excerpt from yesterday’s Sunday Love Note “past and present” (because the full poem didn’t fit 😄)
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have you ever experienced a moment so beautiful
you wonder if your heart can handle it

in your gratitude you feel the grief of knowing this moment will end

and all you can do is let it in fully,

all you can do is try to be present,

letting it wash over you,

soaking it in,

hoping your memory can capture as much of it as possible

so you can come back
when you need it

when you forget

how beautiful and sacred it is
to be alive

to be living, feeling,
loving
and being loved

as the world, the universe, offers itself to you over and over
through every possible expression.