Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suffering. Show all posts

Friday, March 30, 2012

chrysalis

she enters as one
weary of the struggle

the slow crawl
of a soul in agony
to know the purpose
of her existence

surrendering to all
she cannot change
to all she cannot fathom

a fine button of silk
is all that holds her now
to this world
as the final ecdysis* reveals
a harder skin

a tough exterior
belies her vulnerability

inside the chrysalis
a metamorphosis
is taking place

it is the movement
toward imago
the movement
toward realization
the movement
toward emerging

in triumph she sits
atop an empty shell

she leaves as one reborn

-stacy wills (3/30/2012)

(*ecdysis: from the greek, ekduo - to take off, strip off)

Thursday, December 16, 2010

repose

don't be afraid
to suffer,
give the heaviness
back to the weight
of the earth;
mountains are heavy,
seas are heavy...

-rainer maria rilke (1875-1926)

Monday, March 1, 2010

embedded

i have continued to sit with the troubling images of the cedar tree that i wrote about in my last post. as i did, suddenly the barbed wire embedded in her flesh became transformed into a speculum holding the eye of my heart wide open...unblinking, and i saw my own complicity in the cruelty and suffering that exists in the world - twin beams of ignorance and indifference.

Friday, February 26, 2010

unbound


i am currently taking a class through the abbey of the arts called eyes of the heart, photography as contemplative practice. yesterday while i was out walking with my camera, a cedar tree caught my eye because of the interesting lumps and bumps in its trunk. as i drew nearer, however, i saw that the unusual formations had been caused by barbed wire that had been wrapped around her years ago. i was grieved to the core, and received this image as a stark reminder of the cruelty and suffering that exists in this world. i could not get the image out of my mind, and longed to see it transformed in some way. this morning, while looking again at the photograph, i saw a figure in the bark - it looked like a woman dancing, as one released from bondage. i offer this mandala in the hope that one day all who are in bondage (in whatever form that takes) will be released from their suffering.