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Note to Self

Malika Ndlovu


This is how you heal


Slowly


Honestly


You waste no time


Asking why you


Why this wound exists


Instead


Courageously


Gently


You ask its name


You listen for resonance


With any place


You heart has been before


You open wider


Give permission


To tears, rage, shame


Allow their salt


To purify the site

And in the slightly numb

Subsequent calm

You ask the real questions:

Why did I draw this into my life story?

Where are similar roots, patterns in my history?

What did I learn or gain back then?

What do I need to do, say, try…again?

Once more, be still

Gentle

Listen deeply

Now the silence will offer

Its ultimate service

And with certainty you will know

How this very wound

Could help you grow

What you are still clinging to

Follow that ache and burn

Repeat this process

Until the lightness in your chest

The turbulent ocean of your mind

Washes you up to a new shore

Now rest.

Honour your conquest


Your transcendence


Of ego-games, of fear


Wrap yourself


And the changing wound


In gratitude


Tie a ribbon around the part


That belongs in the past


Keep your light focussed


On where your pain has led you to


The soil is fertile by now


Observe where new life has begun


Stay alert for life’s clues and cues


Along your path


Stay in the haven of your heart


Keep its doors open


To avoid suffocation or blame


Sway, dance, play


To the rhythm of its music

There is always a song


Composing itself in there


Remember


To know the myriad faces of love


Is the sole, unmistakable reason


You are here.


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow on 5 May 2022


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