I sowed seeds of Bitterness
Every time I suffered.
I watered it
I nourished it –
With my tears
With my anger
With my desire for revenge.

These seeds
Grew into thorny weeds.
Hungry –
For all the more suffering
The stronger it grew
Till my heart
Became parched and dry,
Cracked and hard…
The moisture of Compassion
Sucked dry.

I had to find a way
To kill these weeds –
For this was not how
I wanted my heart to be –
Cold and hard
Harsh and dry.

I soaked the weeds
With Forgiveness…
Over and over again.
I soaked the weeds
With Blessings…
Over and over again.

The weeds withered.
I pulled them out
I tilled the soil –
Now moistened with kindness
Softened with Compassion.

Now when I suffer
I remember to remain soft.
I Forgive
I Bless
I think with Compassion.
I watch for weeds of Bitterness –
I pull them out
As quick as I can.
I sow seeds of
Forgiveness and Compassion


Begin Again

Make a mistake

And begin again

 Take a wrong turn

And begin again

Always… to pick myself up

And begin again.


I can’t think of how many times

I’ve had to begin again…


I begin again…

Even when I’d rather give up…

I begin again

Even whilst crying myself to a mess of self-pity…

I begin again

Even when I want to stop trying and give up the fight…

I begin again

Even when I want to choose death

‘cause I don’t know how to breathe through the pain of living…


In me… always the incessant voice –

Begin Again….

The Universe will catch you….

Your soul will show you the path…

Begin Again.


All I need to do to begin again

Is to take the first step…

Step by step…

All I need is the desire to

Begin Again.


And so today

I begin again.


The Path to Beauty

It has been a long and arduous journey…
A journey of walking through darkness
Walking through the narrow thorny way..
I have despaired at times – 
Given up.
Sat on the floor – lost!
Sobbing hard
Blinded by my pain, blinded by my tears
But the light called me on.
I don’t know how,
But I got up
again and again – 
I walked with the pebble of Sorrow in my shoe.
I walked and walked…
I carried Grief
like a heavy pack on my back.
I didn’t know the road…
But I put one foot in front of the other.
I found a resting place or two
along the way…
A Japanese Bathhouse…
The healing hands of a masseuse…
Breaking down the hardening of my shell…
I didn’t want to get hard
I wanted my heart to stay soft.
Though I wept more not less
I chose to keep my heart of flesh.
I got to know my darkness.
And after awhile
I was not afraid of the dark.
I learnt to see in the dark.
I saw my shadows.
I learnt that I had to carry
my darkness with my light.
The two are one
Integrated, I am whole.
I am ready now
to walk again.
To begin my own ‘Camino’…
To take the pebble out from my shoe..
To swap my heavy pack for a lighter day pack..
I trust completely in the Path…
It will lead me –
And I will follow.
Because of the darkness
I have become the light.
I hold both together – in me.