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Loving Kindness

June 22, 2014


For Nancy: Because you asked….


In every being there lives

a wound.  This is the nature

of being born here, like this.

And in every life there is a choice~

to wrap ourselves around that wound,

protective of its shape, its cadence, its nuance

to build our life around that story~

or to extend through the fire of pain

to some other horizon.


The seed knows this: how to arise

from the dark tight curl of itself~

to bloom from the dark. As does the butterfly,

as it emerges from the chaos

of its own dissolution into winged delight.


It is the impossible miracle

of the luminous heart that brings us

to the hearth of our own awakening

that risks stepping forward to broach

illusory walls, that opens against all odds

so we may be touched by another,

that sees we have nothing to lose

but our own fears, our own false shelter


and we have been waiting the whole

of our lives for just this moment,

which is~ every single moment.


©Laura Weaver

3 Comments leave one →
  1. June 23, 2014 8:57 am

    Wow, thank you Laura, this poem truly resonates with me.

  2. June 23, 2014 1:36 pm

    this is beautiful. xo

  3. June 26, 2014 12:32 pm

    Dear Laura,
    This poem is the “heart of life” … it meant a lot to me at many levels.
    Thanks, once again, for your beautiful writings..

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