I am the balance and reflection
between sky and earth
atlas and axis it spins
I believe in myself
to hold it in my palm
and radiate that light
Sometimes
Sometimes I can block out
the noise, fodder and distraction
and hear that inner voice
who tries to say her lot
always calm and gently
It often disappears under the rumble.
Her voice is rooted in love
and always looking out for my wellbeing
when I stop ruminating, interrupting,
habitually filling the awkward silence,
I free the inner me
out of the cage of silence and past hurt
out of the chamber of iron and thorns
to express utter knowing and passion
when did being authentic become so scandalous?
Where do I find the sacred?
In the vast big sky
the clouds march above
morphing, growing, stretching
apart at the seams,
and somehow able to defy gravity
The butterfly flits;
the busy bee visits with flowers
cuddles, coils, an intercourse
in its own merging
The bird soars high above
amongst the clouds
envision and flight
something I can never grasp as my own
So instead, I can appreciate
We are not all that different:
the trees with their ever-changing leaves;
the moon’s predictable phases;
the ocean waves ebb and flow
Each day I find the sacred
on the earth and in the sky
I take it all in, and end it all with a sigh
Can I be okay with the silence?
I see everyone around me on their phone
even in the water, they wear it around their neck
like a noose or a dog leash
I don’t know
but I don’t want to live attached to some appendage
and when it is gone you feel a loss
you don’t know how to fill in the moments,
the awkward silence
a stranger to your own mind
Inundated with opinions, media, news
It’s hard to separate the independent voice from the noise
Is there any original thought or has there never been?
We document our moments
Hosts of our own lives
oversharing and blaring
adding more to the stream of information
I want a reprieve
a break in the noise
to be okay in the void that remains
Then I get to decide what to put there:
a comfortable armchair, pillows,
a small table for cookies and tea
a blanket and nook for my book
Here I have room to breathe
we are wireless beings,
not meant to be tethered
we have freedom in the space that remains
to explore, to listen
We don’t have to post and add to find meaning
the chaos and noise will always be there
when we pick up our device
I am the conductor of my life
and today I choose the breeze,
the sunshine, even when it is smoky
I do not have to escape from the present moment
there is nowhere to go
Just here and now is all we got
I am grateful for this breath,
this strong heart that loves and holds
A freedom beats in my chest
My inner light
My inner light cannot be contained
in just skin and bone.
There is a ball of energy
all around us and beyond us.
Even the tree has its feather tendrils of light
that sprinkle down and dig deep into the earth.
We share this glorious sky and bright sun.
Though we are at mercy to mother nature’s fury and grace.
Out of nowhere the lightning cracks open the tree.
Did it deserve it? Was it at the wrong place, wrong time?
There is no reasonable, acceptable explanation.
We get knocked off-kilter, off-center
I touch the earth and I am held
if only just for this moment
and the next. It is enough.
Mistakes
We ruminate a play-by-play of the event
unable to change the outcome
it is suffering by our own hand
we inflict the pain and punishment
Eventually it gets replaced by the next mistake.
That one takes center stage,
replaying the part that can never change
Why do we do this to ourselves?
I believe the mind wants to turn the events over
and over searching to find the solution
so we don’t keep making the same mistake.
I am learning to change the script.
Mistakes make me human.
They help me to grow and evolve.
The experiences shape who I am at its core
I don’t want to avoid, ridicule or shame myself
for the past.
Now when I make a mistake,
I gently say, “Aren’t you incredibly human?”
This is the love and acceptance that we long for
And it was here all along.
I am grateful for the lessons learned.
Crossroads
You find yourself at a crossroads
there’s a choice you have to make
transformation lies ahead
which road do you choose?
There is life and beauty
on the road ahead
it is not dark or foreboding
all roads lead to home
It’s a dance
Distraction is a part of life
– internal or external –
Creative ideas, connection, expression
are also a part of life
It’s a dance of inspiration,
balance and authenticity
I embrace the dance
Together Always
Together always a dance intertwined
Sometimes you take the lead
Sometimes I take the lead
It’s a cosmic dance
We meet and re-unite
The dance floor may change
Our experiences may shift
But our love and presence
always present
always here
Seawater Spray
The seawater spray sends a kiss my way
It tumbles and roars onto the earth
with such a gentle touch after a loud turbulence
The waves make smooth curves as they roll onto themselves
over and over
a never-ending resource of give and receive
They make their way to soft land after a long journey
and the spray is an exhale like the great humpback whales
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