Some days this life is a mine field
I wake to a room not fully present
Only present to the storm that passed
During the night
In which I descended and ascended
From consciousness to unconsciousness
While all the pushes and pulls and deep residues held deep inside
Rattled around
Conscious only that I am stuck
And my breath is held
That any moment a bomb might explode
Destroying me completely
Shattering the oh so longed for sense
Of integration
Sometimes I wake
To find I am drowning
And other times am floating up
On an ocean of peace
While images receede
Of dreams
Some days this life is a mine field
As I wake to a shattered body
Struggling to gain a foot hold
And re-assemble
And so often my soul just longs
For peace
Emerging From The Dark Night 
The steady foot hold is often so elusive. Often feels like we are walking on quick sand
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Maybe all of life is like this though. When you made this comment I immediately thought of the Buddhist teacher Pema Chodron who says we are always trying to get solid ground under our feet but it doesn’t always exist or stay stable.. life is always changing and evolving and yet some thing stay the same too… what a paradox!
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