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No words of my own

Morning tears

There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.
There is a hollow space too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness we are sanctioned into being.
There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open
to the place inside which is unbreakable
and whole
while learning to sing.

~ Rashani Rea


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7 thoughts on “No words of my own

  1. I’ve been praying for the broken and this quote fits it well. We can only hope to come through to the light on the other side of pain.
    My compassion is growing through my daily connection with Source, feeling calmer, working on metta, releasing out to the world, which needs all we can give. ❤
    30 min. today, only 15 yesterday at the end of the day, busy it was!

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