I am a Sycamore tree
Branches laden with leaves of woe
Painful memories of past misdeeds
Of grief, anger, fear and greed
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Broad leaves of undue attachment to mind’s desires
Illusory concepts of how marriage, motherhood, work, health, should be
Spiky leaves of criticism and self-reproach
Heavy leaves of negativity that drink my life force and stifle my being
You take my hand and show me their colours
This motley collection that is part of me
Their beautiful autumn hues of deep painful crimson
Burnt hopes of orange, hints of fading joyous green
Slivers of dying angry brown, undue highs of yellow
Tinged with golden reflections
And I see the magnificence of their purpose
The divine blessing their pain reveals
How the agony of their revelation
Is only a calling to go home
A calling for this yearning soul to open and soften in divine surrender
To let go of these burdens, allowing them to flutter away in the wake of your Grace
To be stripped bare of all that was, to rest in your arms and bask in your love
An empty vessel, yours to endow, with a love so deep to bid only your will
Baraka Bashad
P.S. If you enjoyed reading this post, I’d so love it if you left a comment to share what resonated with you (or didn’t) and/ or any experience of your own inspired by this poem. My intention is that this blog becomes an interactive experience. Thank you!
Grace And Flow 
Chloe, this is quite beautiful and so moving, and inspirational. Much love Sandy
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Thank you Sandy, I appreciate you commenting here. Much love to you too x
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This is a gorgeous poem, Chloe!! Thank you so much for sharing it! What a wonderful creation you have channeled!
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Thank you Sonja, I really appreciate you saying that.
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Dear Chloe, as I go to doctors everyday for a lifetime of bad health, as I choke down pills upon pills and strive to be a model patient, to live as long as I can, as I look back at the loss of my husband to cancer and my current husband who also has stage four cancer, as I prepare for yet another two day stay at the Mayo clinic as they try to save his life, as I weep and scream when my sweetheart cannot hear me, as I try to calm my mind but at a sudden point feel as though I’ve lost touch with my Master, I saw your poem. It helped and I thank you.
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Dear Jeri, I’m so sorry for your strife. It’s hard to trust, at times, that He is orchestrating everything perfectly for us isn’t it. I am so glad this poem helped, and hope you come to feel more His love and blessings surrounding you as you move through your karmas. I appreciate your feedback here. Much love to you x
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This is a lovely poem Chloe. Really moving.
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Thank you Luke, that’s kind of you to say
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