Tag: spiritualhealing

Waves and rain

Tapping rain, buzzing and clapping,
Softly blowing, singing and dancing-
This heart is a forest flowing
Hidden beneath tree’s canopy
A melody of music and sound
And me! What do I deserve to be
Hidden underneath these strong leaves
Opening my soul would drown,
This joyous water flowing through me,
Yet, my eyes remain fixed upon the sky
The moonlit blue of early morning
Just a shade of the moon and I;
Forever falling into myself again and again
I pray for a depth I yet have not found
So I linger now, beneath the waves,
The leaves and rain,
Waiting for answers I know are mine

A dead bee

A dead bee stung my foot today
Awakening me from reverie
And prayer
It ached and surprised-
Realizing this fate of flying,
This fear of letting go,
Echoes scream my name in dream-
To open up and awaken what’s mine!
I hide, and this sting-
open eyes-
screaming my name-
a supernatural remind-
To stop and listen and let go of what
Is no longer mine….
Oh king of bees, your sacrifice!
But a little thing lying in wait for me
Supremely divine

Go

My voice is hidden below
Cushions of noise and judgements;
Like a rose caught beneath Earth’s
Dark surface I cannot grow.
The voiceless noise is deafening
And anxious thoughts of sunlight
Shining upon my frozen heart
Take such control-
Deadening noise, suffocating darkness
These words fall short of color;
A picture too eclipsed to flow-
I am clinging to a thread of sweet sanity
As I choke upon my own soft songs,
That I cannot sing, oh begone! And woe!
Suffering beneath the weight of my own illusions,
I linger with despair and hope
Balancing my own energy inside this darkness,
Until time rip me from this hell
And I can let my sweet voice go.

Not Enough

Fear clings to me
This damp shade of doubt
That lines my thoughts and actions
Blurring the edges of my vision
Until there is nothing left to hold
This fear echoes
I am not good enough
Thin enough
Smart enough
Gifted enough
To follow my dreams and wishes
Oh how life lingers so
Waiting for me to come clean
Of this damp and clinging darkness

Claim myself again

My heart is dripping-
Drop after drop, just spilling
Pain and wonder onto the floor
At my feet…
Where has joy run to?
Hope is but a four legged fool
Running ragged amidst the spring flowers-
And what of me? This spilling, drip-drop,
Keeps me up at night….
In darkness I wander,
In darkness I cry, alone,
wondering why
The light is gone from my eyes
And the breath from each beat
Of my heart
Spilling more onto my legs, my feet,
Down these eyes
Until I cannot take anymore…
But each day, the sun will rise, I suppose,
In spite of me-
And I will greet the day
Wet with the night, with tears from
This heart of mine
Until I can claim myself again

Memory

My kingdom is calling
The stars have decided it’s time-
Trumpets line the streets of my home;
As this carriage guides me back…
Time is but a resilient friend
Echoing truth and lies,
Peace and strife,
Passionate longing and oh!
Time’s soft kisses lodged within my
Heart
Take the darkness that seeks me
To a damp hole where I can lay
Underneath this star laden sky
And count my memories

Concession

Within the darkness of my heart
I heed the words, whispered
So lightly, so quietly-
Calming, and stopping and deep;
Expanding into green and blue
My eyes wander through folds
Of time and space
Searching for those answers
That elude the waking self..
Would that I could lose myself
To the changing tides, rolling in and out;
To the spring wind, releasing hidden flowers;
To the darkness that could take me
Elevate me, joining me to divine..
Such that i am, mortal yet, in this life
I linger just on the edges of this divide
Hungry for concession