Today, I see more possibilities of me.
An array of untapped potential.
It sits in my energy:
A portal, a gate, a doorway of unlimited creativity.
Arising from within the confines of me,
It blossoms outward on unfurling leaves.
A spiraling growth to be born –
A manifest desire, a passion full bore.
It pours out of me in waves and then curves
Inward, refreshing me.
A cleansing bath for my energy,
Pouring up and over the crown of my head.
It interrupts and clears away monotony and drudgery.
Inner child, come out and play
Let’s dress up and make believe.
We’ll imagine, paint, and draw
Landscapes not found in this reality.
We’ll taste the sweetest victory
As we engage in feats of mystery:
We’ll ride feathered Griffins in cloud jousts,
And race sun chariots and dragons about.
We’ll swim by scale and fin the crystal seas,
Seeking out pearls and treasures aplenty.
On silvery wings that pierce night skies
With light that burns the darkness, we’ll fly.
Amidst the stars with glorious beasts,
We’ll play games of hide and seek.
We’ll laugh in glee as we slide on moonbeams,
And lovely nightingales serenade our reveries.
To sprites, goddesses, and queens,
We’ll whisper giggly truths of the heart
Knowing from the start our part –
Makers of magic and dreams.
Magics and Myths
A hidden truth surrounds us.
It even flows through and over us.
Hidden realms in which spirits dwell.
Fae, they are called, fairies, sprites, and even devas.
They reside where wildness grows and water flows.
Hollows and dales, within moss covered vales,
They are nature’s.
Sometimes, when humans know just how to look,
They can perceive their wild features.
Faeries burst in surprised, silvery delight
With heart love aplenty and joyous flight.
Nagas splash and play and with jeweled eye
Communicate their blessings. Hear their watery sigh.
Ancient trees gravely confer in passing
A soft reminder of cycles everlasting.
The spirited discourse of Zephyrs
Mistook for the rustling breeze through trees.
Secret places closes guarded by the ungently keepers;
Powerful beings of myth – magic-makers.
Trespassers beware lest you tread upon
Sacred sites of magic bearers not gone.
They speak not your tongue, but curse if you trample,
Making their magics undone; your energy they’ll sample.
Sipping delicately of your strength as they devour,
Your will no match for their unseen power.
However, those who know how to look can see
They steer clear the places these devas oversee.
Much thanks are awarded by the gentle folk
Though they do not bear society’s civil yolk.
Thus, their gratitude is instinctually given
To those who observe the richness undriven
By humankind’s need to seek false enrichment
And bear little to recommend favored treatment.
Magical dwellers of far lands do sometimes visit
Spirit bears, owls, wrens, and horses exhibit
Their beautiful freedom and come calling at night
During moon dreams and by stars’ magical light.
With the intertwining of these different realities
Souls in communion sing universal harmonies.
Dirt, moss, and lichen – nature’s glazing
The passing of society’s strict civilizing.
Becoming more and more one with nature
Til no trace can be found, a new forest creature.
Bodies slow down, hearts and minds sink deeper
Into Divine will, the disappearance profound.
No outer forces control or demand,
No man’s time, only nature, unrefined.
No rush, nor hurry, no hesitation and worries.
To be one with nature, a primal pass –
The World Tree
Ash, the word tree, roots strong and deep,.
Branches tall and far reaching,
Connecting Above to Below,
Standing witness to Being,
It is an ancient wisdom of growth and destiny.
It shelters me amidst the storms.
Sitting at its base, I sometimes dream, forgetting.
In forgetfulness, I fret until I am reminded:
Awake and look around.
The tree, a silent sentinel, remember –
Each day the sun will dawn and set.
Each night the moon will wax and wane.
Aways we are in between,
Nothing stays the same,
be it heaven or hell, bliss or bane.
The figurative language we all use is but a part of a much deeper truth. The meaning behind the words the emotional resonance that attracts and repels.
The archetype of magnets.
The shadowy depths a metaphor that we all know to our core:
its stillness or turbulence echoing our thoughts.
We avoid the shadows and the depths because we cannot see.
We fear what the absence of light hides in the darkness of our mind, body, and soul.
A confrontation to be avoided at all costs because what might we become if we dwell in that shadowy depth: a leviathan, a beast, an unrecognizable form?
We tread water above the depths where light rays glimmer and all is familiar,
but we forget – the depths hold untold treasure to grow the self.
Awakenings and rebirths.
The pulse of the heart isn’t a solid thump, but a gentle rise and fall of life’s blood, a gathering and release of life force. It nourishes and sustains as it carries us through.
The pulse of the heart is the center of all. It is the energy of love, the connection to all, and a gentle embrace.
Our joyful center, our inner dance – the rhythm of our soul – the pulse moves us along. Its tender connection within and without: the balance of energy and matter.
Easily touched by poet’s song, a child’s laugh, and the warmth of the sun’s rays, it captures drops of feelings and keeps the essence.
Sadness and grief may overwhelm, but only briefly when we allow the pulse of the heart to gently heal with openness – to stir the essences of purity, compassion, and love.
So, I touch my heart and allow its rhythms to sweep away the arid barrenness of life’s pain, anguish, and anger until only that purist essence remains.
Sitting in stillness, open hands, open heart, open mind, I wait.
Trauma-informed intuition is that fruitless inner fear
That leads us astray from soul-aligned decisions. So beware.
My soul laid bare was the price of sipping deeply of the LIGHT
And forward motion into decisions that felt truly right.
Missteps and sideways bumbling came first as I uncovered
Layers and layers of programs: my true sight undiscovered.
With deep healing I found my soul light.
It guides my inner eye as I traverse
The path meant for me and my life.
The energy that I conserve
Put to the use that I deserve:
Mind, body, emotions, and spirit aligned.
Discerning eye and intuitive feelings combined.
Creative expression, whether with a paintbrush or a pen, allows for the release of inner helplessness and even pain. Rage and fear fall away, as does grief and resentment. Writing from the heart isn’t always an exercise in joy and lightness of being. Sometimes it’s a cathartic release of my darker emotions: the shadows of me brought forward into the light.
I have discovered that when I ask my inner shadow to stand and face me and look into her eyes, I find she is ready to shed some inner layers of darkness and most usually pain. When I truly embrace all of myself, not just the socially acceptable outward bits, but the darker, inner components – judgement, anger, rage, hate, fear, shame, helplessness, and doubt, I find myself heartened because they are small things that simply feel big within me sometimes. By giving them a creative outlet, I veer into the territory of freedom; freedom of expression, freedom from painful feelings, and freedom to share and make connections.
Enter the Maelstrom
When words coalesce, a picture they do form,
Which can be misshapen, but it becomes the norm
When we fail to recognize the lowness born
In the true meaning and consequent behaviors. Scorn
Do we when confronted with the truth. Threatened when shorn
Of lies that hide our eyes to the light. Truth’s horn
Calls us forth from complacency’s ease and into a maelstrom
Of reaction. Bent truth slowly straightens with the storm
As with frustration, we finally open hearts and mind to all that we conform.
Liberty and justice for all – underpinnings of democracy never sworn
Into the laws of our nation. The God of our pledge of allegiance foresworn
To black and brown lives. Cold comfort to be found in democracy torn
Down the middle as we fight for lives unincluded. Country lovelorn.
Allowed free reign, our spirits uncontained,
We become agents of change.
Provocateurs, words our frame.
We, who see the truths, speak from hearts unconfined
For heart truth lies within the spirits of humankind;
Our potential unknown and undefined.
Side by side, hand in hand, working with the land
All creatures sharing parts in the plan
We will one day know true abundance.
No prosperity for some and dearth for others
Because we all benefit:
I am because we are: infinite.
Enlightened knowledge shows the way,
Trammeling the arrogance of those who say
Competition is the only means to save us.
Man, woman, and child; we all are kin.
Therefore, humankind must find within
Love for all and equality.
Hate bares no resemblance to the will of Divine.
But humankind hides Love sublime,
Bowing down to the cold society: dissembling.
Mouths speak not from the heart, but from lies,
Fear passed down by our forebears;
An ancestry we must foreswear.
Open eyes, open hearts, we must make the start
Recover from the depths of our deepest heart,
Childlike innocence and wonder.
We may feel the sting of society’s beliefs
But in adversity we grow in strength.
Truth’s tongue resonates deep – relief.
Learn to love thyself and then all neighbors –
Not just yours, but ours, all Earth dwellers,
For we beat with one heart in allied behaviors.
Humans are one race – many cultures and ethnicities
Each with mind treasures and bounties to share,
Growth for all: plenty.
Fill your heart, but empty your mind.
With open ears, you will hear
Truths that are self evident.
Bear witness to these truths,
Feel the beauty with the pain,
Then, speak from the heart and soothe.
Survivors we all are in one way or another.
Our strengths and weaknesses the emotional vibrations
That fill our songs, discords and harmonizations.
Love lost, grieving, and betrayed.
We feel the sting of bent tongues, emotions splayed
Down to the bone, but still humans continue on.
For we also know the succor of finer feelings:
Enlightened hope, joy, love, and peace.
Divine healing and grace provide surcease.
Heart cries no longer abandoned
Heart listeners dare to hear the unburdened
As each person lets go the silence.
We hold out our hands and keep open hearts.
We listen – no judgement on our part.
We embrace you and healing starts.
For we know when heart overcomes mind,
And when love overcomes all of the hate,
We will see a rise and an expansion into divine.
Compassionate love will abate
Humanity’s great divide, tear down separation’s gate
Because Divine hearts will have no barriers.
We are all one, connected.
Spirits contained, but not heart interactions.
Love’s energy is free, no ego interjections.
You and me – one day, you’ll see.
In the infinity of time, there will be
An end to the you and an end to the me.
We will become pure synergy.
Fanning Heart’s Embers
Grief is slowly burning everything down to stone
Just like forests and people’s and animals’ homes.
Sadness and fear reflected in so many faces.
All our homeless forced to retreat to new places.
No home, no return, feel the loss of hope
Devastated tears open to reality’s new scope
Through which we see only what touches the heart.
Hundreds of thousands must face a scary, new start
Into a gloomy-filled landscape; no course to chart.
As human fear eradicates compassion’s part.
They who have lost everything; ripped away.
Nothing to show and nothing to sway
Any comfort or favor, falling between cracks,
Filling out forms that become paper stacks.
Government norms: cold-eyed bureaucrats
Too lost in government machinery to chat:
No human beings – just numbers assigned –
No feelings. You are all a dozen a dime.
Homeless, useless, less than none to some.
Wives, fathers, sisters, and children – all numb
However, there are those of us, who see.
We hear your plea and know your humanity.
We are all part of this greater community.
We believe each life, each person a sanctity.
Succor deserved to the same degree
As society’s self-proclaimed pedigrees.
Social status bought through criminal stealth and wealth
Immoral use: political abuse, the end of democracy’s health.
Give us your sick and your poor – a beacon of hope’s fulfillment
Those in power who benefitted now lay waste to the sentiment.
There is no we the people, for, or by the people.
No, just corrupt politicians hiding behind steeples,
Justifying their nasty maxim: might makes right:
Preaching with forked tongues their special sight
Into the forming of American society: never free.
No voice, vote, justice or peace, nothing will we be.
Democracy made a joke. Political fire set to stoke
Flames that burn people. Dead eyes watch them choke.
For my part though, I know, all is not lost.
Nor are hope and compassion tossed
From the hearts and minds of so many of us
When we share from the heart and trust
Not in our politicians, but us: true democracy’s source
For we are the people and change’s driving force.
Sitting still, I observe the inner landscape of me.
Hills and meadows, rivers and lakes, forests and fields
Brim ripe with inner bounty.
The seeds that were sown by the dark of the moon
Quickened and bloomed.
Pollinated with synthesis, they make for ripe fruit.
Containing the seeds for my next harvest.
But on this day, I shall feast the feast of a queen.
As new wisdom from within I glean.