"Some things aren't ready to stand exposed
and naked in the light.
Some cannot bear the violence of knowing,
the insistence of change."
"the violence of knowing"...Wow to that bit of wisdom.
Until recently, I was not acquainted with this violence.
I am now. I guess that's what some would call a privileged life.
Being this stage of golden and just discovering this.
I am familiar with the "insistence of change",
as I know you are...intimately familiar.
It's why we cherish the continuity of nature...
the sun and moon and galaxies...
the seasons that we can rely on.
"All you can do is shine on with indiscriminate hope
in trust that all things bloom,
with determined patience that they will."
May we discover two things: indiscriminate hope and
determined patience. My hope is that they lay
dormant inside me, ready to awaken and bloom.
Namaste'
PS: Moudi is a new poet to me. I'm grateful to cross his path.
When a poem reduces me to deep sobs, I pay attention.
I'm including his response when I subscribed to his Substack
to demonstrate what draws me to his work.
A deep bow of gratitude from my heart to yours for subscribing to Habibi Means Beloved, a poetry publication exploring themes of belonging and liberation through a contemplative framework of compassion, forgiveness, and awe. My hope is that this work stands as an invitation to remember your unquestionable belonging, that you feel touched in that place in you that resides in wonder, and to then look at all of life through this lens of gratitude and tenderness. Perhaps our hearts may awaken against the backdrop of industrialization, profit, and war, which desecrate the dignity of each other, the land, and all beings. We have been gifted a brief and mysterious life in the wide unknowable universe. So why not honor our place in it, and begin already with the business of grief alongside its joy, seeing each other as the miracles we already are. You can read more about me here, and about my forthcoming books here. With Love, Moudi |
