The Illumination of Benevolence

The Stunning Presence

you see,

that is The Illumination of Benevolence.

The Eloquence

you perceive,

that is The Expression of Benevolence.

The Care

you feel,

those are The Hands of Benevolence πŸ™

Empty vessels, we can be

when we surrender –

completely –

to Benevolence’s Will.

Then we consider

everyone, all beings

no thing left behind –

abandoned

forsaken.

the brink

what have we become?

un-done

dis-embodied

dis-membered

fear-full

looking

here then there

longing

for a time

that never was

desperate

for salvation

from the outside

un-able to go

in

down

and way back

to lineage

repressed

depressed

lonely

confused

thankfully πŸ™

a few

awakened

just enough

perhaps

to save us all from

The Brink

lack of self love

afraid

to be

to speak

Me.

default

to please

all

to swallow

poisons

to smile

though the Heart

aches.

where Love

for Self

has not yet

matured

lack of

enoughness

takes root

bringing

constant recrimination

guilt

angst

such heaviness.

in this vast wilderness

Hope

a tiny Voice

a faint Light

stirrings

of an innate

Self-Regard πŸ™

Heart

I am

a Heart person.

I see Hearts

every where –

be they

readily apparent

or visible

only

to me.

I see Hearts

that are open and soft;

some Hearts,

jagged and tender,

barely holding on.

other Hearts,

strong and courageous

beating steadily

through it all.

It is The Heart

that grounds me,

its soothing rhythm I sought

in a turbulent womb –

not ready to leave

much too soon!

forced down,

I crawled up

clung

desperately

to her pounding Heart.

authenticity

I changed

my mind –

one minute, this;

the next second, that.

not who I was just

then.

see so clearly

all ignored before.

stronger now,

found my Voice!

Grace granted –

always and with ease –

to pivot

and politely decline

in the name of

authenticity πŸ™

UTERUS

been twelve years

today

since you’ve been gone πŸ™

maceration on the in-side

then

pieces pulled out

bit by bloody bit

through three holes

drilled into

the abdomen.

from that point on,

a chapter closed:

in this Life Time,

no child

to come

through me,

pregnancy would manifest

differently.

since you’ve been gone,

much more emboldened –

the pieces of you

became my Wings πŸͺ½

πŸ™

Empire

likely
the most egregious
manifestation
of toxic masculinity:
Empire –
the relentless
drive
for bigger and more,
the insistence
to divide
and conquer,
to possess
and hoard,
the thirst
to pillage
and hurt
indiscriminately –
children,
women,
trees.
at its highest vibration,
masculine
is creative
and generative –
the perfect complement
to the feminine.
when did it all go astray?
fortunately,
The Pendulum
always
swings both ways.
nothing
lasts
forever.

stretching

don’t feel like
what I was
then
just yesterday.
body feels looser,
more spacious.
mind,
lighter
a little less judgment
and constriction.
heart
beats slower,
breaks faster,
heals
spontaneously.
all of me
stretching,
breaking agreements
defying parameters
that no longer fit.
maturity
settling in,
eldership,
dusk.
.
πŸ™πŸ₯°
.