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A Poem by John Donahue

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    When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic, Time takes on the strain until it breaks; Then all the unattended stress falls in On the mind like an endless,
    Message 1 of 1 , May 8, 2012
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      When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
      Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
      Then all the unattended stress falls in
      On the mind like an endless, increasing weight,

      The light in the mind becomes dim.
      Things you could take in your stride before
      Now become laborsome events of will.

      Weariness invades your spirit.
      Gravity begins falling inside you,
      Dragging down every bone.

      The tide you never valued has gone out.
      And you are marooned on unsure ground.
      Something within you has closed down;
      And you cannot push yourself back to life.

      You have been forced to enter empty time.
      The desire that drove you has relinquished.
      There is nothing else to do now but rest
      And patiently learn to receive the self
      You have forsaken for the race of days.

      At first your thinking will darken
      And sadness take over like listless weather.
      The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.

      You have traveled too fast over false ground;
      Now your soul has come to take you back.

      Take refuge in your senses, open up
      To all the small miracles you rushed through.

      Become inclined to watch the way of rain
      When it falls slow and free.

      Imitate the habit of twilight,
      Taking time to open the well of color
      That fostered the brightness of day.

      Draw alongside the silence of stone
      Until its calmness can claim you.
      Be excessively gentle with yourself.

      Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
      Learn to linger around someone of ease
      Who feels they have all the time in the world.

      Gradually, you will return to yourself,
      Having learned a new respect for your heart
      And the joy that dwells far within slow time."
      ~John O'Donohue
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