You've been playing house,
grasping objects, assigning meanings--
no wonder you're fatigued,
lie down and nap.
You've been playing make believe,
reciting a story, clinging to identity,
holding the flow of life at bay--
hush, be still and rest.
Listen to the crickets chirp
about the cherry blossoms:
without a fight
they let the tree burst out.
Hush, be still and listen to your soul
tell tales of a tree
called Yahweh, bursting forth--
uttering your Name and
bursting forth.
From Chaos and Surrender: Healing Poems for the Soul
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