there is no “other”
all lives are
Intertwined
a grand Lie
we are told
the myth of
individuality
of separateness
of boundaries
all illusions
we will soon see
no escaping that
sobering reality
intentional life
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 🙏
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 🙏
UTERUS
been twelve years
today
since you’ve been gone 🙏
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 🪽
🙏
home
not a physical
space,
my Home.
a defined address
in some town
within the confines
of country.
no,
not the Home
that beguiles me.
must be
untethered,
all over,
wherever Soul aligns,
The Rivers flow,
and the winds beckon.
surrendered,
receptive,
fear-less,
curious,
adventurous,
my path,
make and break bonds,
have and do less
to Be more.
.
🙏
.
Poet
poet,
a prophet
who tells truths –
sometimes directly,
at other times, cryptically
depending on context
and the audience.
.
poet,
an oracle,
playing in
the different realms
with graceful fluidity.
.
poet,
an empath,
sensitive to energy,
penetrates the masks.
.
poet,
a tree,
deeply rooted
in the Soul,
limbs reaching
for the mind.
.
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.
.
🙏🥰
.
defund hate, please 🙏
despite
the clear mandate
of all religions
and spiritual
practices,
we humans
cannot
permanently
defund hate.
we speak of
peace,
love,
inter-beingness;
write books
and sing songs
of overcoming
someday.
we fancy ourselves
the superior species,
“civilized”
technological advanced –
and yet –
fueled by agitation
steeped in fear –
we choose
the same
tired
dance –
hate,
dehumanization,
domination,
revenge,
war.
over
and over
and over
again –
even as
no evidence
of sustained
effectiveness.
still,
thankfully 🙏
always,
Hope,
for where there is
darkness,
Light a patient Presence,
at first a mere speck,
a lone voice in the vast wilderness,
then brilliant glimmers
and a soaring chorus.
.
🙏💕
abortion
abortion –
such a tender,
personal
subject.
thought about
avoiding it altogether,
yet…
nothing is random.
this prompt,
perhaps,
a nudge
from The UnSeen Realms.
“go there,” They are whispering,
“where you fear to tread.
delve,
explore,
see what is brought to
your fore.”
Thy Will be done,
and so the plunge!
disoriented, at first,
breathless.
cold, murky waters
down here.
Silence
then suddenly –
searing pain,
sadness,
heaviness,
a dull ache
deep in the Heart –
some remembrances –
vague fragments –
from a past
or future
existence.
.
🙏
.
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