A Place to Stand
I’m looking for a place to stand, a place past
judgement and labeling, past anger and hatred, a place beyond
fear. My feet keep moving, stretching, searching, hungry to find space
where my heart can bloom and my soul can sing. I stay awake and pay attention because
this place is subtle, like the flavor of saffron lingering in my mouth. It’s a nuanced spot
that only speaks when you slow down, when you reach inside and listen deeply
to your body’s wisdom. The location settles you in a contented solitude, a seclusion
that moves you past the duality of good and bad, stability and freedom, attachment and aversion.
When you follow your embodied experience, you find a place to stand where
your being is washed in light, where your heart opens like a flower, where possibility
flows like a river over your feet standing along the stony shore.
This poem is part of an online collection I call All the Shapes of Joy.