My soul tells me, we were
all broken from the same name —
less heart, and every living thing
wakes with a piece of that original
heart aching its way into blossom.
This is why we know each other
below our strangeness, why when
we fall, we lift each other, or when
in pain, we hold each other, why
when sudden with joy, we dance
together. Life is the many pieces
of that great heart loving itself
— Mark Nepo from Below Our Strangeness (via Huffington Post -10/02/2012)
Love is the deepest language and presence of soul. In and through the warmth and creativity of love, the soul shelters us from the bleakness of that nothingness. We cannot fill up our emptiness with objects, possessions or people. We have to go deeper into that emptiness, then we fill find beneath nothingness the flame of love waiting to warm us.
— John O’Donohue from Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
Yes, We Can Talk
Having loved enough and lost enough,
I’m no longer searching
no longer trying to make sense of pain
but trying to be a soft and sturdy home
in which real things can land.
These are the irritations
that rub into a pearl.
So we can talk for a while
but then we must listen
the way the rocks listen to the sea.
And we can churn at all that goes wrong
but then we must lay all distractions
down and water every living seed.
And yes, on nights like tonight
I too feel alone. But seldom do I
face it squarely enough
to see that it’s a door
into the breath
that has no breather,
into the surf that human
shells call God.
— Mark Nepo, poet and author of The Book of Awakening, The Exquisite Risk: Daring to Live an Authentic Life, and Finding Inner Courage.