Enraptured

 

Some days, I feel 
a swoon, a romance
so great 
no words can tell

 

of a love so high 
it paints the sky
in colours 
of soft pastel.
 

Breathless, I feel
 this beauty so real, 
the muse is
 alive and well.

 

Everything cast in a
beautiful glow,
enraptured,
I'm under her spell.

 

 

Come Back

 

Beneath the stress, the 'shoulds',
the ever-present rush,

there is a calm that feels safe,
a peace that simply says, 'hush'

to the loud-scattered mind.
'Come back to your soul,

come back to yourself,
you're already whole.' 

 

Here

Here, the path grows wider,

and the trees grow ever taller.

Here, my heart breathes deeply,

sunlight warm upon my face.

 

Here, the trees sway slightly,

and the breeze blows ever lightly, 

there's sweet music all around me

and of worry not a trace.

 

Here, I come to feel
no fear, no judgement, but what's real,
a world of beauty and of love,
 only magic in this place. 

 

 

 

 

Mesmerised

 

Mesmerised by your beauty,

held in awe by your spell,

your dance appears other-wordly,

where it ends I cannot tell.

 

In the shelter of the trees,

in the halo of the sun,

in the touch of the breeze

you whisper, we are one.

 

The Girl Who Lives

 

 

 I am not the girl
who lives in the house
by the lake
who moved there after
driving through the night
in hurried anticipation,
who brought a backpack
full of hopes and fears,
then spent her nights
by the lake's edge in tears.

I am not the girl
who lives in the house
up on the hill,
looking out at the sunrise
every morning, full of hope
that maybe, just maybe
today will hold more
laughter than tears,
that she will finally rise
above her fears.

I am the girl
who lives in the cottage
down the lane,
surrounded by trees and flowers,
creating the life of her dreams,
moving, freely flowing,
in sync with her inner knowing,
who's taken the leap despite her tears,
dancing to the beat of her soul,
standing in the midst of her fears.

I am the girl who lives. 

Rainy Day

 

 Even on a rainy day...

the birds still sing in the trees,
the wind still blows softly, 

inviting me to step out,
to breathe deeply, to feel alive.

 The mist rises from the valley
as the Earth drinks and exhales.

I can watch, breathless
as the magic unfolds,

not merely an observer,
but one enchanted

with the wonder of life. 

Sacred Romance

 

 

Speak, sing, 
play and dance! 
Remind the world
of the sacred romance,

 

the beautiful union
of Earth and mankind
before we grew cold
and deaf and blind.

 

She needs our voice,
our kindness, our h'art.
In life’s great dance
we all play a part.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Simple Life

 

To enjoy 

the sweet peace

of the simple life.

To move mindfully,

to pause, to reflect, to notice,

to close my eyes,

to feel the breeze, breathe it in,

to hear the sound of rain,

nature's music,

to see the sweet beauty

of the Daisy, the Clover, 

the Buttercup,

to be present,

to feel the absence of rush, of haste,

to follow no agenda, no map,

but the soft whispers 

of my soul at peace,

my heart in tune with the Earth.

Who We Are

 

Feeling alone, 
scared of the unknown.
Yet not alone are we.

We have walked the 
dark woods before,
alone, in the cold,
missing a shoe that was
lost in a swamp.

We are here. 
We Are.

We are celebrating
our awakening,
cheering us on, 
holding our hands,
lifting us up,
remembering 
who we are.

We Are
Light
Love
Beauty.

We Are. 

 

Birth

 

The fear of the pain,
all of the unknowns,
the enormous weight
of responsibility,
the shedding of one life,
never to be the same again.

 

The self-doubt,
the tension,
the physical pain,
the sleepless nights,
then...

 

The day of giving birth.

 

Death to one life,
grateful for how it's
brought me this far
terrified to let go,
free falling,
alone.

 

Yet not alone.

 

She 
is already there.
She 
has gone before me.
She 
is holding my hand,

 

reassuring me
that everything
will be all right,
that we ARE 
strong enough,
brave enough,
ready.

 

There IS light
before me.
Love will
guide the way.

 

 

 

All You Need

 

You will not starve, Beautiful Soul.
The abundance of nature and
the creativity of your heart will
provide all you need.

 

You will not lack love, Dear One.
For love calls to you, sings her songs
from clouds and stars and waterfalls
bursting from within you.

 

You will not run dry, My Love, 
of music, of dance,
of play and creativity.
It lives within your soul.  

Fight for Her

 

The time will come, 
my dear, 
when you will no longer 
live in fear,

when you will
wake up with the sun,
and breathe in 
the fresh air

and know that
the new day
is yours to shape
and mold.

You will feel safe
to your core.
You will know
that you are loved.

No one
will ever take away
your worth, your voice,
your light. 

Now is not the time
for meekness, 
sadness, 
grief or fear.

Now, you must 
dig deep within
and find the strength
to fight!

Fight for her 
who lives within,
whose voice needs
to be heard.

Fight for your children
who'll watch and learn
and see their mother
be brave.

Fight for your future
that shines so bright,
it is now 
within your reach.

I've got you, babe.

Alone

You are never alone.

From before your birth,
you have belonged
to the family of stars,
to light, to beauty,
to love.

Throughout your life
the wind has been
your guide, reminding you
what it feels like
to be alive.

The sun has 
shown you the way
out of the darkness,
offering you warmth and light,
giving you the chance to grow.

The forest has breathed
life into your lungs,
a connection to all living things,
inviting you into adventure
and a haven to be yourself.

And Mother Moon
has been ever watchful, 
teaching you the ebb and flow of life
lighting up your darkest nights,
returning you home to yourself.


 

The One

 

I will be The One 
who moves
in graceful flow 
like water

 

I will be The One
who heals
the mother
and the daughter.

 

I will speak 
the truth 
once hidden
that we all are free

 

that no fear
shall bind our minds,
our hearts 
are free to be.

Walking on Air

 And how can I fear

the leap into the darkness?

Have I not 

been here before?

Is it not I who craves
adventure and freedom,
takes risks and is 
brave to the core?

Is it not I who stands fierce
in the midst of the storm,
alive with the 
wind in my hair?

 When all falls away,
what's left is raw strength. 
And I'll find I am 
walking on air. 

My Own Rules

 

 

 

When the world says,
'They hurt me.
I'm angry, let's fight!'

 

I say, 'There's love
to be found,
there's light.'

 

When the world says,
'There's too much pain
and everything's broken',

I say 'all can be healed
with kindness and
words of love spoken'.

 

When they say,
'I'm ugly and
dark to the bone',

 

I say
'I see your beauty.
You're never alone.'

Whole

 

 

 

Hello, my love,
my body, my soul,
what do you need
to remind you you're whole?

 

 Let go and embrace
and fear no more.

Walk through your pain
through love's open door.

 

The darkness within you
no longer scorned,
you're healing yourself,
your beauty adorned.

Choose Wisely

 

 

How fleeting
the life of a flower,
how lasting 
the life of a thought.

 

While beauty
brings healing power,
ill minds
leave you distraught. 

 

Choose wisely
what feeds your soul, 
and what you seek 
to behold.

 

Then watch your 
heart become whole, 
the life of
your dreams unfold.

The Comeback Queen

 

 

And she will have a come back!

And it will be big, bold and beautiful!

She will sing, yell and dance,

hold a room with her grace.

She will ride on wild horses,

she will learn how to fly!

 

Her old life burned in sacred gratitude,

the ashes dispersed on the wind, 

she will know who she is:

Born of the stars,

her radiance lights up the dark,

Her scars she wears proudly,

baptised herself in her own tears,

the strength of the woman

who has flung her wings wide, 

 no judgement she fears,

her own voice she has found

 her own truth she declares!

Kānuka Tree

 

 

Under the Kānuka tree

in the sun, on a grassy hill 

I like to sit and reflect and 

dream as the world goes still.

 

A Fantail and a Robin

bring life to this quiet space.

They watch me as they sing their songs,

then leave without a trace.

 

A world of wonder surrounds me.

Here, life is simple to live,

magic and beauty are shared, 

and love is easy to give.

My Way Home

 

I'll listen to the music,
I'll hear the stories told,
consider the ideas,
reflect on what's been said,
but ultimately...
I will find my own way home.

 

 Through the tangled web 
of self-doubt, guilt and fear,
through the narrow tunnel 
of anxiety and shame,
I'll step into the light
where I can breathe again,

 

 where voices speak that carry truth
beyond our human world
where space is without judgement
and I am free to be,
where light and love and beauty
are all surrounding me.

Beauty to Share

 

 

Kissed by soft breezes,
so subtle, yet strong,
calling me home
to where I belong.

 

The wild forest beckons,
sweet bird song my guide,
I'm free and I'm safe here
with nothing to hide.

 

Breathing in deep
the clean forest air,
a heart overflowing
with beauty to share.

Exposed

 

 

Stripped of all 
your beautiful leaves, 
open and bare to wind and rain, 

 

a sheer silhouette
against the cold winter sky, 
nothing to hide your naked shape,

 

you tremble in the wind,
you bask in the sun,
you feel the elements as they come.

 

Deprived of the layers
you put on display,
your armour removed,

 

I see you, raw in your essence,
beauty revealed,
frailty as strength exposed. 

The Clearing

You stood here in the clearing
the sun upon your face,
a ring of trees surrounding you,
a golden sacred space.

Light danced with your shadow,
wind played with your hair,
and faraway, a sweet bird song
was carried on the air.

What secrets here revealed,
what magic here displayed
of love free to unfold
and beauty unafraid.

 

Winter's Spell

 

Something ancient 
and sublime,
a dance well known,
as old as time:

 

 Cold wind playing
with my hair,
warm breath
kissing icy air.

 

 The silhouette
of a naked tree, 
The full moon
shining down at me.

Gentle Giants

 

 

Cosmic jewels
sparkle down
to the roots
from the crown

 

through the windows
of the leaves
of gentle giants,
ancient trees.
 

beneath their branches,
I am home.
Here, my spirit's
free to roam.

 

A subtle breeze
upon my face,
spell bound in
this wondrous place,

 

I whisper words
of tender care.
The wind blows.
leaves caress my hair.

 

I smile and say,
'Hello, dear friend.
I wish this night
would never end.'

Oh, How You Dance!

 

You dance with the stars, 
under the moon,

 

you dance in the sunlight,
bare feet in the grass,
 

you dance by the stream 
where water flows freely.
 

You dance while you create and 
you dance because you remember 
 

what it feels like to be free, 
to be unburdened, 
to be alive! 

 

 

Remember

Remember who you are
when no one is looking
and you're simply free
to be you.

Remember the words 
you once freely spoke
of the dreams and the life
you'd pursue.

Remember what makes
your heart dance with joy
on your path.
To yourself remain true.
 

Ocean

 

 'Come to me',
she said.

'Walk the shores of my waters,
dip your toes in my spray.

Let yourself be carried by the rhythm
of my gentle flow.

Be buffeted by the power
of my stormy anger. 

 Swim my hidden depths,
find treasures long forgotten.

Feel the embrace of a million beings
all longing to be one, to live, to flow.

Allow my waves to wash over you,
bathing you in the memory of home.

Surrender to the life that
birthed your soul.' 

 

 

 

Never Too Small

Never too small
to reflect the light,
to be a bright star
in somebody's night.

Never too small
to utter your voice,
to remind us all
that we have a choice.

 

Never too small 
to show kindness and grace,
to help us remember
we all share this place.

 

In this world
where love 
is long overdue, 
 your light and your voice 
and your kindness
shine through.

The Sacred Currents

Breath of life
flows from your lips,
sustaining all in your path.

 

Moving freely
on invisible wings,
you lift my spirit to soaring heights.

 

Born of radiance,
your starlight is reflected
in my eyes.

 

Your glow 
lights up my path
in the dark of the night. 

 

Gentle as
soft raindrops
on a warm summer's eve,

 

mighty as the roar 
of a thundering waterfall,
you flow through me. 

 

Steadfast and strong,
yet soft to the touch
like morning's fresh grass, 

 

I am grounded in you,
my roots go down deep.
I know I am home where you are.