Tag: spiritualhealing

Three elders

Stretching and straining
To hold it all in
The seams are coming undone
And all that lingers still
Within me is considering mutany
Three elders watch silently
As the expanding fear
Pushes against my fillings-
And while I know the future,
Not yet visible,
Is of no concern for me-
The tightening of my chest
And the pulling of my seams
Is uncomfortable yet-
Grandfathers show me another way!
Still the silence and speak!
I am listening for your clarity,
I am drowning beneath my own
Uncertainty and doubt-
Tokens from dreams line my pockets
And my heart begs for release
From these times
Truth be told- this journey is one of hope
But not for me

Ancestors and Divine

Swimming in a lake of fire
Flames- orange, red and blue
Surround me
Full of faces and voices-
The water, tepid, not boiled
Soothes my face and body
As songs of old play lightly
In the background of my mind-
What insight will greet me
As I flow under the depth and wave?
I give myself over to the flames
Becoming stripped of all I am not
Risen to, through, a light more kind
And forgiving
I learn to listen with my eye
As my heart translates the pain
Until understanding is burned
Again into this consciousness
And I free myself to dive
Into the wisdom of my ancestors
And divine

Noise and fear

The noise is deafening this morning
Words are not breaking through
And fear, loosed to run rampant
Upon the flowers and fruits
I’ve been growing,
Trampling burgeoning beauty,
Is growing in strength and ferocity-
Slithering among my garden
Are snakes of many colors
Some shedding skins
Some hunting
Some there just to get warmed
By the sun-
I am drowning in my lack
This inability to quiet my head
And drown away the noise that
Plagues my heart so
Would that I could find a sliver of peace
Within it I would hide my face
Until the quiet returns again.

Altar

My heart is blind
Bound by strings that lead
Back through time
I can hear my ancestors calling
Wandering
Searching through the fog to find
A link to steady the winds
And waters
Fires and stone
They flow with words
That only my heart can hear
Blinded as she is now to
The static that clouds the sky
And lays waste to truth
Divine calling
Sacred songs- echoing until they
Find me
I lay upon the altar of my being
And wait to be taken

Humanity

The world within
Dark and void
Holds echoes of past truth
Ancestor consciousness
Clarity
Within the safety of this silence
I abide
With my doubt and loneliness
With my suffering
At my side
The world opens to rainbows
Of singing light
And I am lost to my own
Deep truths
Listen and you may hear me
Within you too
This voice that reaches deep
Into this void of truth
And pulls at the heart of
Humanity

Flying

I stretch and strain to find the light
Reaching into the far corners of my being
Growing towards something
I cannot see
But somehow know is there
I release the hold my ego has
Upon my soul
And take flight- On unsure wings
I fly
Bursting through clouds and winds
I am nothing- as light as a smile
And free as the echoes that
Linger still in the past of my mind
Without fear I glide
Towards that which I cannot see
And into a beyond yet to be

thought

Inner child’s voice

Without clear thought
The mind is muddled
Too many words spinning
Tying and untying knot after knot
The deeper the wound is touched
The tighter the threads are locked
This inner child raises her voice
Only to be drowned out by the clamoring
Of thought
So many times she’s tried to tell
And so many times she’s failed
It’s my own fault
Traumas run deep and come out dirty
My mind would rather block it out
With words- images- confusion
Until i completely lose the plot
And walk away