Into Flow

 

Rising higher
into flow,

 not always knowing
where to go,

I follow my soul,
I hear her voice.

To shrink or expand
is a choice.

So upwards and onwards
I will go.

Fall or rise,
I'll grow into flow. 

Through Darkness

 

Why not
let go?

Why not
open up?

Why not
embrace life

with all its pain
and all its joy?

Tread through
the murky waters,

swim through
the dark unknown,

then emerge
through the light

with a gasp
and a scream, 

having come
through this life,

through darkness 
reborn! 

I Am

I Am 
a Goddess,
I Am
a Queen,

Creating
my story,
living
my dream!

I move,
I grow,

I breathe,
I flow.

 

 

My Shadow

 

 

Sometimes, when it's dark ahead, 
she goes before me.

'Follow me', she says.

'It’s okay. I know the way.'

Sometimes, when the sun is on my face,

she goes behind, keeping watch.

'Run free into the light', she says,

'It’s okay. I’ve got your back.'

Sometimes, when I’m doubting my next step,

she is there, right beside me, 

her hair billowing in the wind, 

her legs taking big strides.

She is ageless, my shadow.

 

She is child,

she is woman,

she is elder.

She is wild, 

she is free,

she is wise, 

 

And she is me. 

It's Okay

 

It’s okay to breathe deep,

it’s okay to let go,

it’s okay to step out

though the path is unknown.

It’s okay to get lost,

it’s okay to not know,

for, one day, you'll see

through trusting, you've grown.

 

It’s okay to trip and fall,

it’s okay to laugh and smile,

through embracing it all,

the path will be shown.

 

What is True

 Some days
I see you.

I see your beauty
and what is true.

 Some days, I look 
and what I see

is anxiety's stories
distracting me,

and my feelings
and fears cloud what is real.

 Yet truth is not found
in what I feel.

Light enters in
through parts that are broken,

and darkness is held
with love that's unspoken.

Beauty, distorted,
though ugly it seems,

can show what needs healing
with golden seams.

Some days, I see it,
love's magic spell,

holding us, whispering:
"All will be well."

 

 

 

For the Voiceless

To hold sacred 
that which holds life,

to speak words for the voiceless, 
to paint pictures with syntaxes,

great ribbons that shape meaning
out of floating stars of truth.

 

Perhaps WE are the true voiceless, 
a race of humans who have forgotten 

the speech of our own native tongue,
wandering within echo chambers

of self-inflicted fear and destruction
where all wisdom has been lost.

 

But children's laughter 
awakens us from this spell

and the memory of water 
carries freedom for our souls.

 

I will speak truth
where her voice has been silenced.

I will share beauty
where our eyes have gone blind.

I will dance the rhythm of the Earth 
and sing the hymn of the sea.

 

Will you dance with me
and let our feet remember 
the drumbeat of the Earth?

Will you sing with me 
and let our voice carry
the song of healing and rebirth?