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WHEN I FEEL LIKE I AM FALLING by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

It’s not a matter of the right choice or the wrong choice…

 …But simply that we are often presented with a dilemma about bringing together the inspiration of teachings with what they mean to us on the spot. There is perplexing tension between our aspirations and the reality of feeling tired, hungry, stressed out, afraid, bored, angry, or whatever we experience in any given moment of life. This is where we also, to one degree or another, find ourselves.”

Pema Chodron “When Things Fall Apart”       

When I Feel Like I Am Falling From My Soul
by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg 

when I feel,
like I am falling-
from my soul,
hanging on by a strand-
I free fall,
and let go deep-
into my wondering,
it takes my breath,
as I grasp-
to reach to that place,
of be redeemed-
but it is not about,
or the right and wrong,
of it-
the pit in my stomach,
from the ache of it-
catches me off guard,
all  that’s left is to-
hold to my dark,
but love’s light comes,
and brings me back-
not because I am perfect,
or because I followed-
the right steps,
I just reach up-
and open up enough,
to let what is true-
flow through me,
love saves me-
when I feel abandoned,
brings me and cradles me,
in arms of wholeness-
back to my soul,
back home.
(Find more of Maureen's poetry in her new book Seasons of the Soul, available here
Ballerina by Tomasz Alen Kopera

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 3 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling. I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. I am currently working on publishing a book of my poetry. I can be contacted through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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