Sitting on a bench in Central Park in New York City, I was watching an ancient oak whose roots were woven into massive stones. It wasn\u2019t long till I began to reflect on how those stones let the roots in and how the roots found their way into all that stone. It wasn\u2019t long before this poem about our very human journey of roots and stones appeared.<\/i><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
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The Hard Human Spring<\/strong><\/p>\nWe are each born with a gift hidden in<\/p>\n
a wound, and many years to birth it, each<\/p>\n
given a heat to carry and rough seas to calm<\/p>\n
it, each seeded with a worthiness, and love after<\/p>\n
love through which to accept it, each called to<\/p>\n
enter sorrow like an underwater cave, with the<\/p>\n
breathless chance to break surface in the same<\/p>\n
world with everything aglow. If we make it this<\/p>\n
far, we can, on any given day, marvel that clouds<\/p>\n
are clouds, and name ourselves. We can use the<\/p>\n
gift born of our wound to find an unmarked spot<\/p>\n
from which to live. If we settle there, giving our<\/p>\n
all without giving ourselves away, the heart<\/p>\n
within our heart will flower and the whole<\/p>\n
world will eat of its nectar.<\/p>\n
A Question to Walk With: Tell the story of your gift and the wound it\u2019s been hiding in, growing in? Given this, what is the one thing your heart needs from the world to open completely? And what is the one thing your opened heart can give to the world?<\/i><\/p>\n
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