radiates music inside,
a world of kindness
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: The poem was inspired by a Buddhist prayer. I’m practicing meditation tonight with movement, intention and music. We visited my mother-in-law in ICU earlier. I’m grateful that she moved in with us over a month ago. We were able to express our love for her, learn from her, witness her strength and determination, and share her ups and downs. Wednesday, a fall caused head trauma and what appears to be a major stroke. Internal bleeding was alleviated by emergency surgery, but not before she went to a place we can’t reach. We were privileged to share her breath and warmth tonight. Every day is precious. As I hear circling melodies of birds, strings, and flute, gratitude for this beautiful world fills me, alongside the sadness of possibly losing a precious person. Not every choice is mine to make. Not every bell rings with a music I can hear. I’m struggling toward acceptance.
May your your path be lit by warmth, wisdom and magic. Blessings.