Welcome to my world of poems to help.
This is one I wrote to myself,
To understand what is behind the feeling of loneliness,
To see it with new eyes.
Because loneliness isn't a singular feeling.
Other emotions sit alongside it,
Like feeling unwanted,
Or unloved,
Unnoticed,
Or fearful,
Or just empty,
And worthless.
All these are feelings that come with loneliness,
But all of them can be released in you.
Think of this time now as a gift to yourself to go deeper,
To find a deeper guidance from yourself to yourself,
And sit in the understanding that you have a choice to throw off this downcast state.
Feel your wisdom to do this.
Observe the changes you are creating inside.
Begin now to nest yourself into the place where you'd like to sit to be in this practice with me.
It can be cross-legged or in a chair with your feet firmly planted,
Or even lying down,
Whichever you feel you need today.
Be sure to be comfortable so you can stay in a stillness without distraction for these next few minutes.
If seated,
Place a cushion underneath your tailbone to raise your pelvis and bring your back into an easier,
More upright seat.
Let your hands rest gently on your knees,
Palms turned up or down,
Whichever feels right for you.
And if you haven't already,
You can close your eyes and settle deeper.
Begin to notice your breath,
How you are breathing.
Don't change anything in particular,
Just become aware of the breath coming in through the nose and leaving through the nose.
In and out.
Feel the cushion underneath you,
Supporting you,
Rooting you down to the ground beneath.
Notice how your tail naturally drops in a slow motion of tiny movement.
Your spine softens in response.
The vertebra resettle in their reach to lengthen all the way to the crown of your head.
Breathe deep as you relax into this height.
Move your awareness gently inside to the vertical presence from the crown of your head down to your sitting bones.
Feel how everything there is supporting you.
The lightness of everything there is nurturing you with the reality of truth.
Now see if you can find that emotion of loneliness.
Can you feel it?
And can you feel it begin to soften?
Feel it begin to dissolve and disperse a little as it softens.
Being alone doesn't mean you have to be lonely.
Breathe and breathe out.
Notice a calm that may have settled in you.
And now bring awareness to the shape of your body and the shape it is making in the space where you are sitting in this room.
And feel the space beyond the shape of your body in the space of this room.
You are safe in this space.
You are safe in this space.
Connected.
You can hear my words and you realize you are not alone.
You are worthy.
You are loved.
To feel life saunter by.
Each day is another where sorrow can hide.
Do you know what it's like watching?
Watching the slow hours slide as you climb under sheets helping them on their way.
Will sleep take you on to awake other minds where the juice from the fruit runs over the cup?
For the dreams that dream firm in these layers of sublime are not delivered when I wake up.
Do you know what it's like to let go of care?
Your love cradle love that makes you shine.
You see if I had a dog at least I could feed her.
She'd notice.
She'd notice whether I'm here or not.
We would live in a cottage where the ground is firm.
We could walk for the hours that I left behind.
Our hours and our eyes would be open to my stride to survive and the call of the old oak I'd hear as I glide to the beckon to sit and sigh on her thigh and make friends with the buttercup field.
I'd feel the support in her roots below and know they'd not judge my looks nor my woe.
They'd soften instead so I could feel safe.
Then I'd walk and I'd walk till the ache in my head was gone to the wind in the buttercup field.
So soft,
So pretty,
So bright,
Perhaps even healed a little.
Do you know what it's like to practice each day?
To sit with myself as I listen and pray hoping the notion will uncover my past so the light can move through to burst open at last.
Do you know what it's like to breakfast alone and wonder if this is the day you'll be born?
Will the clouds disappear?
Will the curtain fall down?
Will the curve in my spine stop making me frown?
Will ever the touch of a hand take me down the isle of love and lust?
Will I ever be able to throw off this cloak that hangs in filled pleats of dirt and filth?
Perhaps it will melt in the weight of the earth while I stretch out away from its grip.
Hideous curse.
For this lonely breakfast,
The start of each day,
Sit with the grain in the table you laid.
Outside,
Beyond the glass in the door,
There's a voice and a sight.
A voice and a sight you had abandoned before.
The plate,
The spoon for the fruit that you taste is of life.
Life that you'd waste if you say I'm alone.
When you hold these new eyes in a reverence smile,
Into your arms comes a running child.
Sit quietly as you receive your running child and hold the love in your heart as you gently depart from this seat of your practice to release.
Whenever it slides,
Come back to your old oak where you sit in stillness.
Connect to stillness and knowing,
Knowing how simple it is to breathe.
One breath in,
One breath out and take one loving foot forward.
Gently raise the corners of your lips to a gentle smile as you sit rooted in this height.
Because from here,
You make friends with the buttercup field.
A gentle smile of reassurance to your left as you sit rooted in this new height.
Because from here,
