Human

When is it ever done?

When will we have arrived

at this mysterious place

called ‘Wholeness’,

this sense of 'Being Healed'?

The true mystery is,

why we ever left it

in the first place,

giving up a state of being

safe, loved and complete

to embark on this 

wild adventure called

Being Human.

Inhabiting a human body with

all its pain and suffering…

Why would anyone willingly

trade ecstasy for agony?

And yet, 

to be human

is also this:

To be swept up

in a wave of rapturous bliss,

to feel tender fragility

in all its beauty,

to grow, to evolve, 

to create.

To know the darkest night,

alone in the cold,

then see the light of dawn,

hear the sweet chorus of joy,

feel the warm sun on your face.

The destination of 'arriving' 
may lie far off in the distance,

but the highs and lows

of the journey itself, 
are the magic of being alive. 

And this beauty 

is what it means to be

Human.

Courage

 Into the dark I step,
fear, like a skin I cannot shed,
wrapped around me.

 The path has been chosen,
but the way
is not smooth. 

Have there not been
enough sleepless nights,
enough tears shed? 

Storm clouds lie ahead,
and yet,
and yet...

I still see the sun shining
above the clouds,
and hear the birds sing.

I feel the cool breeze 
upon my skin, 
the sun on my back.

 Courage is the choice
to take the next step,
in the midst of fear.

Trusting, believing
that all will be whole,
and all is well with my soul. 

 

 

Confidence Grows

 

 

Like leaves 
on the trees,

in bold shades of green,

It begins 
as a seed,

underground and unseen. 

 

Just a hint
of new life,
of the strength from within,

 

Just a dream,
a desire
for growth to begin.

 

Fragile at first,
no more 
than a breath 

 

As roots then 
take hold
in firm, solid earth. 

 

Small, but alive,
and slowly
it shows,

 

with each
passing day,
my confidence grows.
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Beautiful Soul

 

Look at you,

Beautiful Soul,

every curve of your body,

every wound, every scar,

 

when freed 

from your fears,

you are safe to be

just who you are:

 

A healer, a weaver,

a dancer, romancer,

a light bringing beauty,

a radiant star! 

 

 

I Am Loved

 

You speak,

I listen…

to the rustling of the leaves,

the whispering of the wind,

the soft falling of dust,

sparkling gold in the sunlight,

to the laughing of the stream, 

the swaying of the branches,

the song of the birds

echoing across the hills.

I hear your voice,

I feel your presence,

I know that I am loved.

The Soul's Delight

 

 

To wander the

presence of beauty,

to stand in the 

radiance of light,

to answer the

call of freedom, 

to witness  the

soul’s delight.

Elegant Strokes

 

To paint the sky
with wisps of white
upon the endless blue,

To sprinkle in 
some golden sunlight,
sparkling in the dew,

to let the paintbrush
dance with grace,
elegant strokes, but few,

to play with colours
bold and bright,
displaying what is true,

to see my life
a work of art, 
and paint each day anew.