Sleep Now, in the Deep Part of my Heart

by Asatar Bair on May 29, 2012

[Photo courtesy of HNE]

My dear little one,

how I would’ve loved to hold your tiny hand,

feel your breath on my cheek,

your heart beating against mine,

as you lay sleeping on my chest.

But it was not meant to be.

Words escape me now.

I travel in a hinterland,

bordered by numbness, grief, and pain.

Little butterfly, with wings of fire,

you helped me in your sweet, innocent way,

but I couldn’t keep hold

of your formless hand.

Sleep now,

in the deep part of my heart

where my lake

opens to become the Endless Ocean.

We will meet again in the land beyond time.

* * * * *

Even heart-breaking experiences have great value. Indeed, these experiences shape who we are in very profound ways.

If your heart has been broken recently, you have my sympathy; I am with you in the place where the fragments are still sharp. Time will dull the edges, replacing the intensity of the pain with wisdom and depth.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Please share a comment.

Yours in the One Heart,


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Patti Howard May 29, 2012 at 5:22 pm

That is a very beautiful poem!!!
I just said goodbye to my soulmate! I will never love another man like I love him!!!
I guess God has different ideas for me!!
I don’t want to be alone hear on earth!! I feel every single energy of my soulmate!!!
Very difficult not to be with him!!!
Please take care!!!


Asatar Bair May 29, 2012 at 8:57 pm

Hi Patti,
I’m so sorry to hear of your loss. I like what you say about God having other plans for you. I think of God as the infinite Heart within my heart. God speaks through your own heart.
Thanks for reading and for your heartfelt comment.

Cheryl May 29, 2012 at 6:31 pm

These words brought forth lovely never-before-experienced feelings about the relationship I didn’t have with my biological father who died when I was a fetus of three months. Lovely to contemplate being known in such a sweet and tender way.

Asatar Bair May 29, 2012 at 8:59 pm

Dear Cheryl,
I have no doubt he loved you, and that he was sad to leave this world before knowing you better.
Thank you for writing.

Robin May 29, 2012 at 6:32 pm

In my meditation this morning, I got an image about how the scars of the heart can actually injure a neighboring heart if the two hearts try and get next to each other, instead of nesting one within the other like the Russian Dolls. Reading this post about the sharp fragments seems very timely.
Peace and Breath,

Asatar Bair May 29, 2012 at 9:02 pm

Hi Robin,
What an interesting image. The thoughts and images you get in meditation on your heart have a glowing nimbus of depth and meaning, even when they seem ordinary.

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