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?

 

I Will Live

 In this life
I will learn to
feel it all.

 I will rise,
I will stumble,
and I will fall.

 I will find 
the beauty
through the pain.

I will feel
the warm sun
after the rain.

I will grow
and expand,
I will learn how to fly.

In this life
I will live
before I die. 

What If...

 

The path that you walk
is a red carpet 
rolled out for royalty,

you really are 
safe, loved, and free
to just be...

Life doesn't expect
you to suffer,
toil or strive,

you're allowed
to simply stop,
and enjoy being alive... 

'The wound is where
the light enters'
turns out to be true,

and in the end,
it's okay
to just be you.

 

Together

 

 

The sun sets and rises
over us all.

Together, we rise,
together, we fall.

All have a shadow.
All reflect light.

Together, we hold on
through the dark night.

Filled with Beauty

 

 

When your heart is
filled with beauty

 

and your soul is 
filled with love,

 

 then anxiety will
melt away

 

and fear and hate
dissolve.

Take My Breath Away

 

I see you 

and you take

my breath away.

 

Your form may change,
but your essence remains
the same day by day. 

I watch as you 

light up in

pink, orange and gold.

Your beauty

so pure, 

speechless, I behold

how your splendour

never fades,

just changes day by day.

Ev’ry dawn and dusk

you return

to take my breath away.

It's Time

 

It’s time we stop playing small, 
small shoulders, small mouth,
small voice, small ideas about ourselves.

We are big, expansive, infinite,
full of the confidence that comes 
with knowing, standing in presence,
seeing the bigger picture, holding our own.

No room for smallness here.
No room for retreat, for bending over,
accommodating,

It’s time to play it big,
to yell, to dance, to step into
and own who we are, regardless of
who we are with,

to dress big, bold, confident,
to walk tall, regal, shoulders back,
chin raised, flashing eyes,
smile on our lips.

We are a goddess!
We are eternal.
We are the expression of the everlasting,
of love and light and beauty.

No room for smallness here.
It’s time.

The Way

 

 

Though we have 
forged ourselves wings, 
we are not masters
of the sky.

 

 Though we've built boats 
to sail the seas, 
we know not
the mysteries of the deep.

 

And though we walk over 
and tunnel under the Earth,
we feel not
the beating of her heart.

 

Creators and thinkers,
inventors and tinkers,
gifted, but we miss
the magic of this life. 

 

Students, not the masters,
let's learn from Mother Earth
the language of the senses,
the way that leads to love. 

 

Thank You

 Thank you, Mother, for your bright glow
that leads my way in the dark,
reminding me that I am safe and
that I can find my way home. 

Thank you, fresh breath of cool evening air
that blows through my window,
allowing me to clear my head
and breathe deeply.

Thank you, dear friend, for being near
when I am feeling alone, in need of
a shoulder to lean on and
truth spoken from a kind heart.

Thank you, Light, Beauty and Love
for reminding me
that there is good to be found everywhere
and that everything will be alright.

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.