Complete, Not Perfect
You don't have to be perfect
to feel complete.
A little safety,
a little love,
enough rest,
something meaningful to do,
and room to be yourself.
Nothing missing.
Nothing to prove.
Just enough
of life,
of love,
of self—
to feel whole.
The body is whispering.
The world is calling.
Memory is surfacing.
A sound,
a touch,
a remembered wound,
a sudden warmth—
one rises
and fills the space
of attention.
For the moment.
Perhaps living
is not choosing
what appears,
but noticing
what has taken
the space—
what fills the mind
can become
our whole world.
WHAT FILLS THE MIND
The body is whispering.
The world is calling.
Memory is surfacing.
A sound,
a touch,
a remembered wound,
a sudden warmth—
one rises
and fills the space
of attention.
For the moment.
Perhaps living
is not choosing
what appears,
but noticing
what has taken
the space—
what fills the mind
can become
our whole world.
WHAT FILLS THE MIND
The body is whispering.
The world is calling.
Memory is surfacing.
A sound,
a touch,
a remembered wound,
a sudden warmth—
one rises
and fills the space
of attention.
For the moment.
Perhaps living
is not choosing
what appears,
but noticing
what has taken
the space—
what fills the mind
can become
our whole world.
WHAT FILLS THE MIND
The body is whispering.
The world is calling.
Memory is surfacing.
A sound,
a touch,
a remembered wound,
a sudden warmth—
one rises
and fills the space
of attention.
For the moment.
Perhaps living
is not choosing
what appears,
but noticing
what has taken
the space—
what fills the mind
can become
our whole world.
Let Them Discover
Teach children
to notice what happens inside.
A feeling is not a fault.
A question is not defiance.
A preference is not a problem.
Curiosity is allowed.
Let them try,
fail,
change their minds,
say yes,
say no,
and discover what fits.
Don't tell them
who they are.
Give them room
to discover.
Let Them Discover
Teach children
to notice what happens inside.
A feeling is not a fault.
A question is not defiance.
A preference is not a problem.
Curiosity is allowed.
Let them try,
fail,
change their minds,
say yes,
say no,
and discover what fits.
Don't tell them
who they are.
Give them room
to discover.
Healed by Warmth
When painful thoughts return,
notice them—
then let your mind
turn toward a kind face
you know and trust.
Imagine the smile.
Imagine the gentle words.
Feel the warmth.
Do it each time
the hurtful thoughts comes back,
until your mind
learns the way
to warmth.
Healed by Warmth
When painful thoughts return,
notice them—
then let your mind
turn toward a kind face
you know and trust.
Imagine the smile.
Imagine the gentle words.
Feel the warmth.
Do it each time
the hurtful thoughts comes back,
until your mind
learns the way
to warmth.
I learned to borrow other people's eyes
to perceive myself.
Did they notice me?
Was I appropriate,
enough,
or safe?
I only existed
to meet their needs—
Then one strange day,
it stopped.
No borrowed eyes.
No verdict.
Just me,
looking in,
and suddenly wondering:
Here is the one
I avoided seeing,
all my life?
It's not so bad.
I learned to borrow other people's eyes
to perceive myself.
Did they notice me?
Was I appropriate,
enough,
or safe?
I only existed
to meet their needs—
Then one strange day,
it stopped.
No borrowed eyes.
No verdict.
Just me,
looking in,
and suddenly wondering:
Here is the one
I avoided seeing,
all my life?
It's not so bad.
Your pain was looking for somewhere to go,
and somehow
it found me.
I felt what you could not mention,
carried what you could not carry,
and called it my own.
Explaining,
pleading,
even disappearing
were in vain.
Only my body knew.
It had been tearing up
for years.
Until I finally said:
Some pains arrive through us—
and stay
until we notice them,
name them,
and speak of them
with others who have carried them too.
Your pain was looking for somewhere to go,
and somehow
it found me.
I felt what you could not mention,
carried what you could not carry,
and called it my own.
Explaining,
pleading,
even disappearing
were in vain.
Only my body knew.
It had been tearing up
for years.
Until I finally said:
Some pains arrive through us—
and stay
until we notice them,
name them,
and speak of them
with others who have carried them too.
Your pain was looking for somewhere to go,
and somehow
it found me.
I felt what you could not mention,
carried what you could not carry,
and called it my own.
Explaining,
pleading,
even disappearing
were in vain.
Only my body knew.
It had been tearing up
for years.
Until I finally said:
Some pains arrive through us—
and stay
until we notice them,
name them,
and speak of them
with others who have carried them too.