the teacher
note from self
catapulted onto stone
she can’t speak
and barely breathe
yet there’s an invitation
let pain be pain
the aching, stabbing
lie-still-on-the-ground
wait-to-see-what-happens
or, let the mind get busy
building stories into suffering
pain and torment
the double whammy—
far worse than finding the
thread of breath again
accepting help
and staying only oh! only
in the present moment
here, in the warm sunshine
lying on hard rock
head cradled in her
husband’s precious hands
2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
Oh, my sweet AmritaSkye🥰 I feel your experience. So personally! Ren just picked me up from the airport today. We were wondering and hoping about your retreat? Love, Lanettey
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thanks, Lanetty,
see my email! love love
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Oh so beautiful! Well told as only you can do.
I love the insights and especially the ending💖
Hugs
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Amrita, I felt this one – totally tore through me. I respond to many of your poems (it goes to your WordPress I guess- today I added your other email address) and think you might not see them. I pray for an easy, smooth, and swift recovery for you. Give B an extra hug. XOXO, Rabia
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