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NOT SAVED by Jenn Lui

 For those discouraging days…

When we might catch ourselves asking to be saved from challenging emotions, a reminder that it’s all grist for the mill. When we can ease gently into our unpleasant thoughts and feelings, we begin to surrender little by little and see the lessons behind it all, feeling it all, learning from it all. No saving necessary.
Mandala artwork by Jenn Lui

Not Saved


Those days
When we carry a heavy heart 

And sadness wells up inside 
The tears pour out uncontrollably 
We hope for salvation. 
This notion of being saved 
It doesn’t come from the outside 
And it’s not about saving ourselves 
From discomfort 
But with every painful emotion 
We can release our grip 
Onto expecting it to go away. 
Instead 
See that we are meeting our teacher 
And honor the humanness 
That brings us to our knees. 
Know that place inside 
Unaffected by the mind’s waves 
That sees us as beautifully 
Part of it all 
Not needing any saving.
Photograph by Jenn Lui


Jenn Lui hails from a far and distant land impervious to the mundane and the conventional. Her eclectic interests always begin with an overwhelming curiosity, which catapults her into fanatical investigations and explorations. A lover of all creative mediums, she focuses most of her time on writing, painting/mixed media, yoga, meditation and picture taking. Jenn holds BAs in Psychology and Comparative Religion. She continuously thrives on furthering her understanding of the mind-body-spirit connection. With a penchant for all things beautifully extraordinary, Jenn recognizes the importance of honoring her shadow self, which in turn, creates a healthy respect for what lingers in its dark corners. Shamelessly wearing her heart on her sleeve, Jenn can typically be found with a book in hand, mala around her neck, and skipping to the beat of her own drum. Connect with Jenn on her blog' Perils of The Living', Facebook and Twitter. To view more of her photographic art, click 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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