In coming to prison,
I have found
that there is always
a gift waiting
once the ache
As the cries are absorbed into silence,
as the sun always rises
just when the night seems like it will never end,
there is something indestructible at the center of each of us;
though it can be quite painful
being transformed and rearranged.
My own struggle
to open my heart
has been a long one.
Silence and solitude
are now like a lamp
to illumine corners
I’ve never seen.
When I stop replaying events in my life,
the buried seeds
crack open in the dark
the instant they surrender
to a process they can’t see.
Stripped of material goods and plans,
I have discovered
that we cannot eliminate hunger,
but we can feed each other.
We cannot eliminate loneliness,
but we can hold each other.
We cannot eliminate pain,
but we can live a life of compassion.
In the middle of the deepest,
when we feel most humbled by life,
the first shadow of our wings begins to appear.
The depth of the darkness
reveals to us
the magic of who we are.
The love that we are
is just waiting to be unleashed. 1
People are like stained-glass windows.
They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,
but when the darkness sets in,
their true beauty is revealed only
if there is a light from within. 2
The most important thing to remember
during times of great change
is to fix our eyes anew
on the things that don’t change.
The life that we want
will emerge from a stillness
that takes root in our soul.
We find it when we settle deeply
into the hidden loving dimensions
of every moment,
allowing life to be what it wants to be
and allowing ourselves to be
who we were created to be.
Sometimes our suffering shapes us
as it makes us more humble,
and more open to guidance
we had rejected before.
the fire we go through
becomes our purifying agent.
have the effect of a storm.
we see a beauty in the sky
and a clearness in the air
that were not there before.
What was chaotic at the time,
ultimately had a healing effect.
And sometimes, when we’re really fortunate,
we look up in the sky
and see a rainbow.
It could not have happened
without the rain. 1
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary. 3
Even negative, gloomy people
prefer sunny days
. . . and rainbows.
We must celebrate,
in our accomplishments.
It is within each one of us to rise to the occasion,
grapple with new knowledge,
learn from our mistakes,
and emerge from the cocoon
a metamorphic wonder. 4
Looking For The Rainbow