In the candlelit temple
of my heart,
I worship silence
and possibility.
I worship solitude
and simplicity.
It’s a small place,
unadorned.
No priest or goddess,
only a quiet
invitation
to become.
Just to become.
To become
unarguably
who I am.
To gather
the congregation
of my interior life,
welcome them all,
just as they are.
Sit together
with myself
on the floor
of my heart
until someone
starts to dance.
~Penny Hackett-Evans
Silence
SOLITUDE
“Out of the pregnant darkness” we birth The New.
Thank you Dee.
That is beautiful, Cynthia-and something that really speaks to me at this moment. Thank you.
Thank you for giving this poem a place in this beautiful monastery! Penny
I hope you check out people’s comments. Much appreciated!
So meaningful on many different levels, from floor to ceiling to beyond the sky.
I am nominating you for International Men who appreciate women day.
Let’s boogie! I like that quiet place inside of myself and have to be careful not to hide out there as a way of avoiding. Dancing, first in the dark, and then into the light helps take me away from that place, knowing that I will return, perhaps sooner than I even want.
So true.