I am enough
I stretch and reach to find the light
Within my darkness
My growth is emerging
As the sun’s warmth covers my
Blossoms in golden energy
And this is how it should be
Reaching deep within my soil
My soul leaves the cool embrace
Of what was
So that I may unfold into what
Is yet to be
Each layer a blessing
Each painful growth a new beginning
And soon, as my season nears completion
My journey will take yet another road
And the earth will feed upon my petals
And what is essentially me will return
To my true home to rest
Tag: spiritualhealing
darkness and storms
This insufferable lack of ease
Spinning in my mind
And over my face; jaw locked tight
Anger just below ready to ignite
All masking this despair I feel
This darkness of inadequacy
This hatred of self
My body sits so tightly
Expecting attack
Ready to advance upon my own heart
What can be done in the face of such energy?
Yet still, I wait for the storms to pass
I linger with the ever explosive-
Inside the darkness I am quietly waiting
For the sun to shine
So I can bury my dead and heal my injured
And smile once again
Tea
Fear and anger knocked at my door
I wanted to run and hide
Bolt the locks and pretend I wasn’t home
But i let them in
And poured some tea
The tales they wept
They spun such misery,
Hovering around my table,
And I was overcome by fear-
She was green and smelled of bile
Gagging, I listened to her
Anger surged at my restraint
And tried to burn me
Still I sat, spellbound and torn
Until all that was left was silence-
And they retreated back outside
Timelessness of being
memories are echoes that live
inside the mind
poking and prodding at the present
needy and selfish…
my dreams swim within the vast sea
of time; past present and future
bits of one tune, sung over and over
until my heart finally hears its entirety-
I’ve looked for you, for so long now
my dearest beloved self
my dearest and closest lover
i hold my breath and swim for hours on end
hoping to catch a glimpse of your beauty
to touch your vibration
and merge with it
yet, trapped still, within this form
within this construct of the now
i am forced to sit and find peace instead
perhaps when i awaken from this dream
my heart will understand
that you’ve been here, all along
memory and echo hold no sway
within the timelessness of being
But a tune
the light is returning, though within me
the lingering darkness yet gives way
deep within the basement of my being
lies traumas and truths
i linger with them, finger them, try to love them
yet there is no embrace that will salve
the throbbing loss that exists yet-
my heart, given over to the shadows
of threat and dis-ease
steadily remains unfazed
like liquid with a soul, she flows…
yet above her, sitting in wait
watching the sky shift colors
and the moon dance within her growing
shrinking, changing nature
I realize that i am but a tune in this song,
i am but a word, blown across this plane
waiting to rejoin what i remember before
the suffering took hold in darkness
and my body retreated to the void
of simply being human….
Droplets fall
It’s a slow drip
This heart of mine
Slowly methodically drip drip drip
I hear it within me, leaking
This heart! A leaking ship!
My hands rush to catch the droplets
And pull back in disgust
A symphony of running, catching, wasting
Washing; echoes seeping, dripping
Dropping-
My mind a-flutter with madness
Tapping memories of pains long passed
Still this drip, cleanse the soul!
And yet I sit, waiting still
For the next droplet from my heart
to gently fall
Golden gods
golden gods, statue standing upon sky
what would you have done?
would you use my opening heart
for foolish play, as you have countless times before?
would you lay my body down, to do what you may
and then vanish again into night’s cold embrace?
golden gods, watching this play unfold
would you linger within me for a time
to taste my sweet endeavors?
you! who are lost upon the sands of a time
once so fresh and new
but now nothing but a ruin upon the mountain side-
and i, searching now for remnants of what
might have been would you have ascended
this heart beyond foolhardy deeds,
will simply decide to walk away
for your apathy wears not upon my soul
Folds of time
Let loose your grip
And everything will fall into place
Rest resides within
Fear feeds upon the wicked
As raindrops fall upon anointed heads
It will all come crashing down
In a thunderous boom
Nowhere left to hide
We stand before truth
Uncovered and vulnerable
Naked of all but balance
Where does the dim light hide?
Deeds are not forsaken
But energy in the folds of time
Lost today
The world looks cloudy today
My eyes cannot see the ground
A blanket of grey fear covers the sun
And anger returns after a long absence-
Words and echoes fill my head
Until I cannot speak or think
The sounds of severe faces, screaming
Whip around; leaves caught in the wind-
I shine my light, small that it is
Into the void and storm
Searching for survivors, my guides
Fly beside me, wolf and hawk as feathers fall
Lost, I lament, all feels lost today
A small king
I am but a very small king, standing upon a very tall wall
My heart, aflutter with hope and fear
as I look out into what is now a new landscape
what lingers within the branches of that great forest?
what awaits me once i figure out how to climb down?
what rope will foster me as i descend?
how will i know to keep my golden crown in place-
so small am i now, peering upon the land of my ancestors
death and disease hold no sway
as birds fly above me, large and imposing
I am but a tiny speck upon this growing land
my voice, a miniature song waiting to be replayed
and as i give my heart over to the abundance
upon which my eyes now feast,
I am reminded of this ending, now a beginning
where I might finally see my own face
the SIBYL'S SONG 