Read Mark’s weekly reflections on The Huffington Post.
This week’s poem is about what we hear in the spaces between all the noise. All meditation practices and all beginnings of art start with such a listening.
But I will try. Sometimes my
heart trembles like a butterfly
in a jar and I’m afraid to let it
out. Yet there are days my heart
is a mountain on which my life
grows. Sometimes when deeply
alone, I can hear the bead of
silence renewing the beginning,
a drop from nowhere enlivening
each moment. This is where my
questions live, in the quiet center
that illuminates our eyes. I believe
the heart-breaking music that pries
us open is the sound of the world
turning on its axis. I believe the
souls kept in the heart become a
tribe. They drum our memory of
them into a sweetness that joins
life and death. No matter the
passage, trust the process you
are in. Receiving the down-
pour, we rise with the stream.
A Question to Walk With: What kind of process are you in right now? What is the world saying to you? Where do you sense you are being led?