Snow Globe

I love this poem as a reminder. Insightful. For me, also powerful.

Took the time to listen over and over to this portion of the podcast, to get this poem. Couldn't find it online. It was also, just written. The speaker received it I think the day before she had done the talk. 

Had to share it with someone who means a lot to me. I felt like it explained where I was coming from. I want to be the woman gently cradling the snow globe. 

I hope it resonates with someone else too. I don't know the title, it may just be "Untitled." 

Tara Brach shared this poem in one of her talks, it was sent to her and written by her friend Kaveri Patel. 

This flurry of snow thoughts inside my mind globe is continuous.

No room for sunlight, warm, and peace.

I'm stuck inside a pattern I can't control 

Unless I see the woman trapped inside or the one holding the globe. 

The choice to shake it up again? 

Or cradle the scene in her hands 

Till all the cold flakes have settled, 

and quiet serenity abounds. 

The pattern I can't control, 

Unless, I see the woman inside or the one holding the globe.

 

The choice is shake it up again or cradle the scene in her hands 

Till all the cold flakes have settled 

And quiet serenity abounds.