Remember

 

 

In times when I am filled with fear,

In times when doubt and anxiety
cloud my mind, remember.

Remember the bird's eye view.

Remember the sun behind the clouds.

Remember the ancient rhythms of the moon.

In their gaze and 

in their strength
I am held.

The Storm

 

There must have been a storm

that rained above your house,

the winds made a mess

of your room.

 

Empty and spent,

now all hollowed out,

left cold and dark

like a tomb.

 

Small fragments of who

you once called yourself

are strewn all over 

the floor.

 

And the things that you thought 

you needed the most 

blown out through

the wind-slammed door.

 

 But there must have been a strength

that stood within that storm.

For you are still standing, 

you're here!

 

And nothing can touch you or 

rob you of you.

Not worry, nor guilt,

nor fear. 

The you who remains,

stripped clean by the storm

 from the rough outer shell

of your seed

 

is the beautiful soul

who, once clothed in rags

now, standing here naked

is freed.

 

The Gateway

 

Enter in

Through the gateway of peace

Leave the noise

And the worries behind.

 

Breathe deep 

And relax

For now you are safe,

No judgement here you'll find.

 

Remember the truth

Of who you are,

Your beauty

Reflected, behold.

 

See Life unfettered, 

It flows like a stream,

Your story

Is free to unfold.

 

Answer the call

That sings to your soul

Like birdsong

From above.

 

Go out

In your strength,

You're never alone

Connected to life-giving Love.

Life Force Energy

 

I am
a survivor, a fighter,
and I learned to be the driver.

I am
a dreamer, a creator,
and a master manifestor.

I can sense the 
Life Force Energy
everywhere I go.

I embrace this
life of beauty,
living in Abundant Flow.

Moon Talk

She knows
the flow and ebb of life,
the high of joy,
the low of strife.

I think, while I
upon her gaze,
she's been here
long before my days.

 

 A steadfast compass

she's to me,
beyond just what
my eyes can see. 

 

I know she's seen

so many things:

wishes with tears

and dreams with wings.

And when the dark
obscures my view,
as so often
it will do,

 

her light, though veiled 

still draws me in,
her hidden glow

felt deep within.

 

Her fullness makes
my heart feel strong,
reminds me,
here's where I belong.

 

 I feel her rhythm

to my bone.
I know that I
am not alone.

 

Sacred Moments

 

Early morning silence,
beholding the fading stars,
faint stroke of the Milky Way
painted across the dark of the sky,

constellations shifted,
sparkling their goodbyes,
end of one night,
beginning of one day.

Gold-streaked heavens, hints of blue,
walking through sunlight-dappled forest,
sweet sound of birds, flow of a stream,
breath of the wind through my hair.

Late afternoon sun,
glowing through trees to the west,
reflecting off hills in the east,
hue of the Golden Hour inviting me to breathe.

Cool crisp of the evening air,
moon peaking over hills,
fading from soft yellow to ivory white,
radiant glow holding my gaze, captivating.

 

 

 

Magic Calls

 Magic calls
to me today,
it whispers on the breeze.

It echoes through
the joyful birdsong,
whistles through the trees. 

It sparkles in
the dappled sunlight, 
flutters on the leaves.

It chuckles in
the flowing stream
that puts my mind at ease.

Drifting

 Melting into Water
floating like a breeze,
thoughts are lifted higher,
mind is put at ease.

Rocking with the current,
carried by the stream,
breathing in the magic,
living in the dream.

The Garden

 

 I tended to my garden.
I walked among the weeds.
I noticed how entangled
everything had grown.

I wanted to be angry, 
to find someone to blame.
But I knew this messy garden
was only mine to own.

Strangling vines had taken over
light had been kept out,
thorny plants with shallow roots
had found their way within. 

I had chosen to neglect
this once beautiful space.
And now this garden called to me.
But where would I begin?

The surface mess,
the shallow weeds
that hadn't been there long 

I pulled out quick,
reminding them
that they did not belong.

But vines that grew around the trunks
of my favourite tree
seemed to strangle everything,
I felt they strangled me!

So I took a deep, long breath,
and got right back to work
to retrieve the life within
and set everything free.

Sleeves rolled up and boots pulled on,
I jumped into the mess.
I'd get dirty nonetheless,
with dirt beneath my nails.

And I learned that many things
that I had once been scared of
helped to feed my garden soil:
the spiders, worms and snails.

With dirt flying up and over me,
covered from head to toe,
from ev'ry root of ev'ry weed
that I now tossed aside,

I saw that I can be both things:
the garden and the gardener.
I unearthed this hidden gem,  
this truth buried inside:

In among the tangles,
the thorns and the brambles
I found a deep red rose
who had planted herself there.

She had made her space,
grown in thick of darkness,
nourished by the rain,
and her own loving care.

Every garden has a treasure,
beauty grown within.
Sometimes it sits for many years
buried deep underground

until we dig and do the work
with dirt upon our hands.
The treasure that we seek
is just waiting to be found.

Judgement Call

 

I'm going to make a judgement call

that we stop condemning all.

 

For who are we to play the judge,
to criticize and hold a grudge?

 

What wisdom do you think you bear

when, for my pain you do not care? 

 

If we don't walk in each other's shoes,

no one wins, we both shall lose.

 

It is I who plays the fool

when I forget 'The Golden Rule'.

 

I look at you 

as you look at me.

 

And in the paths we do not take,
on the roads we do not go,

 

in the people we don't see
and the faces we don't know

 

a world awaits before us
to build deeper connections, 

 

to see the truth within,
that we are all reflections.

 

If I can reflect you
and you can reflect me,

then we can show the love
and the beauty that we see.

 

 

Morning Glory

The Morning Glory 
glowing in all her splendor

displays her elegance

in response to the radiant sun.

And all who see her

can delight in her glory,

beauty shared freely,

a gift for everyone.

Meet the Day

 

Pink on brown,
reflected in water,
going for a run,
or maybe just a stroll.

Rushed out
to meet the day,
then slowed down
to take it in.

Sunlight glitters
silver on the water,
waves crash loudly,
sunlight sparkles louder.

Boats in a line,
heading for an island,
adventure calls,
it's time to dive right in!

Life Taking Form

 

 

Don't worry about the noise,
the filth and the mud,
don't worry about the fear
that rises like a flood.

When you feel lost,
no light to be found,
remember the seeds 
deep down underground. 

Small seeds of kindness
are sown in the fall.
before winter's shadow
descends on us all.

For seeds thrive in darkness,
they stand through the storm,
they grow through the process
of life taking form.

And this life is yours 
to shape and to mold,
to fall and to rise,
to live and behold.

Keep walking your path, 
and looking above.
Keep planting the seeds,
and sending out love. 

 

Morning Magic

 

Morning magic,

rising mist,

dewdrops by

the sunlight kissed.

 

Ready to

embrace this day!

sending love

and light your way!

This I Know I Can

 

Though I may not always know

the next step, or what to do,

this I know I can,

this I promise you:

 

I will wake up with gratitude,

give thanks the whole day through,

find beauty, love and kindness

in everything I do.

Reflecting Beauty

 

Through the eyes of love

I am free to see

that we are all just one

and you are just like me.

 

And we can all reflect

the beauty that we see.

I will reflect you

and you will reflect me.

I Love You

 

I love how you
warm my back
on a cool day.

I love how you
chase the dark
shadows away.

You light up my path,
you are my star,
I love how you shine,
I love who you are.

I love how you
blow kisses,
light as a breeze.

I love how you
play with the
leaves in the trees.

You are my breath,
I love how you move me,
I love how you're wild,
I love how you soothe me.

I love how you
dance in raindrops
and streams.

I love how I
hear you at night
through my dreams.

You are my lifeblood,
you flow and refresh me,
with light you bring rainbows
and hope that restores me.

I love you,
Sun, Wind and Rain.

 

Dance of the Ancestors

 

I hear you, ancestors.

Free your life's breath!

Feel the spirit of dancing feet

bare on Mother Earth.

 

Heads flung back, hearts beat,

hear the drum's sound,

arms raised to the sky,

feet pulse on the ground.

 

Shadows dance in twilight,

voices carried on the wind,

no longer bound by fear,

spirits free to ascend.

Get up and Go

 

Before the sun is up
and the clouds are hanging low,
get up and go!

Before you feel fresh and clean,
still aching from head to toe,
get up and go!

Before you've decided what to do,
what this day brings, you do not know,
get up and go!

Get up and go and
the sun will rise to meet you!

Get up and go and
your body with stretch and wake up!

Get up and go and
your mind will expand and thank you!

Get up and go,
this day is meant to be lived!

 

Beautiful Blue

 

 

Hello, Blue Sky,
you beautiful thing,
so bright and lovely,
you make my heart sing! 

Whenever I see you,
I breathe deep and sigh,
I smile and I kiss
my worries good bye.

I love how you contrast
the green of the trees,
the bright coloured flowers,
the sweet buzzing bees.

You offer me space,
the feeling I’m free,
the freedom to breathe,
to smile and just be, 

happy at the start of day
and in the middle, too.
And when the day is closing,
you fade to a dark blue. 

Thank you for the gift of dreaming,
both by day and night,
reminding me that
everything will be alright.

Self Heal

 

The bravest thing
you can do
is to 

find yourself,
love yourself,
heal yourself.

Then you will unlock
such ecstasy and power
as you have never
experienced before.

Magic in the Details

By night, spinning

silver pathways,

a master artist...

at dawn, safely resting,

sunlight sparkles off

the silky threads

drifting on the

soft morning breeze,

catching my eye.

And off in the distance,

the same sunlight sparkling,

the same soft breeze blowing,

dew drops reflect

our home star,

tiny diamonds in the valley,

treetops bend

ever so slightly,

leaves dance in the wind.

Precious gifts I behold,

breathless in the moment,

the magic in the details.

Willow Tree

I like to wave my hair

in the wind, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I like to drink deeply

from the stream, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I like to reflect the sun 

in sparkling raindrops, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

I have stood many moons,

unnoticed, she said.

'Me, too', I replied.

 

'We are not so different,

You and I', I replied.

'We bare our souls on the wind,

beauty waving softly on the breeze

for all to see.

 

But only some will notice,

the lucky few,

me and you.'

 

I see you, she said.

I feel your gentle 

touch on my leaves,

 

I sense your heart 

as you whisper

words of love on the wind.

 

'And I see you', I replied,

'strong roots drawing water in your veins, 

force of life beating within you, pulsing between us.'

 

The Choice

I see, I hear, I taste, I smell,

I feel alive to the

love all around me,

 

Love, spoken, expressed

in every language,

I receive.

 

Or else, I am

blind to the beauty,

deaf to the music,

trapped in the echo chamber

of my own fearful mind

 

in which food has no taste,

the wind has no scent

and I feel only the tingling

and the cold sweat brought on

by a panic reflecting a distrustful heart.

 

The choice is mine, reality is mine
to shape and bend,

to learn, to grow,
to see beyond

what eyes can see,

 

 to be alive,

free falling,

in trust, 

 

in hope

and in love,

embracing it all.

Gift of Dawn

 

 

Fiery red

fades into pink,

purple and soft

hues of blue.

 

Breathless, I watch

as magic unfolds,

so grateful for

dawn's gift anew.

 

Crisp morning air,

I breathe in deep,

alive to the

beauty that's you.

Of the Sea

 

 

 Out of the sea
she came to me
birthed from the same
surging force that flows
through all living things,

 

carried by the waves,
basking in their rhythm,
feeling it deep in her veins,
then rising up and
striding through the splashing surf,

 

a crown of sea beads on her head,
confidence flashing
off her radiant face,
diamonds of sunlight
sparkling in her hair.

 

She breathes life into
everything she touches
with a soft whisper of endearance
and the gentle caress
of her hands

 

life, flourishing,
celebrated in every form, 
every shape and colour,
everything and everyone,
joyously loved.

Lagoon

 

In a dream
I see a lagoon,
a cave and dark water
reflecting the moon.

I hear her call
across the sea:
'Come find me here
and set me free'.

In a boat
I row to the cave,
my inner child,
my soul to save.

Big waves threaten
to topple me,
but I stay calm
upon the sea.

Unafraid, for I am
not alone, 
I find my way through
an arch of stone.

Through the dark water
slowly I row,
bright fish surround me
and jelly fish glow.

In the light of the moon
tall trees surround,
waves splosh gently
with barely a sound.

Across the lagoon
I hear her calls
echoing off
the great stone walls:

'Here you have found me,
here we are free.
In this place we can breathe
and simply be.

No ground we will touch
for this place is pure.
All that live here
are safe and secure.'

I breathe in deep,
so glad to be home,
a place where my soul
can freely roam.

I hold her close.
'You're safe now', I say,
'safe to dream,
to rest and to play.'

We stay awhile and bask
in the glow
of the moon's reflection
and the jellyfish show.

But then I tell her,
'It is time to go.
For there is something
that I know:

This place is our home,
but we can't hide away.
We must go out
to the light of day.'

Her hands graze the water,
she lets out a cry,
then she takes a deep breath
and releases a sigh.

'Ok', she replies,
'but promise me this:
you'll remember where home is.'
And she blows a kiss.

I catch the kiss and we
gather our strength.
Jelly fish guide as
we row out the length.

The sunrise invites,
it shows us the way
through the stone arch
to face the new day.

 

 

I Love Her

 

 

She sees the magic
in ev'ryday things,
she plays, she dances,
she whistles and sings.

She looks for the beauty,
she brings out the best,
she challenges fear,
puts her mind to the test.

She knows the darkness
and wears her scars proud,
determined to live her life
laughing out loud.

No more holding back,
no more living in fear,
no shame in falling
or shedding a tear.

Fully embracing
her true inner child,
born to be loved,
to be free, to be wild.