Observations & meditations on the day-to-day
Poem of the month – Nov ’16.
A client I saw recently described herself to me as “broken”. She said it was her “destiny” to be broken.
Over the years I have heard these words used often.
And it has always seemed to me that “destiny,” in this sense, refers not to the future (as people often assume) but to the past. It’s what we come with – call it karma, if you will – and it is our task in this life to overcome it. To heal what is broken. To make whole what is shattered.
And if our purpose is to let go of the baggage of brokenness with which we may find ourselves encumbered, the surest way of doing this is to make the journey through the darkness that scares us if we avoid it, but strengthens us if we embrace it.
While I was teaching my client an exercise that would help her accept her “shadow” self, I was reminded of Rashani:
Rashani Rea – The Unbroken
There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
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.