I used to be afraid of the dark
and the deep shadows in the
corners and depths unseen.
A watchful eye, I did not feel alone.
My voice was not to be believed or
listened to.
First by others
then by my own accord.
It felt drowned out by many others
whose voices rose above
and outmatched mine.
I no sooner gave up.
How many years would pass before I
could sing and chant
to my growing belly
in my kundalini mantras.
My voice like a bellow
no longer soft and meek.
It reverberated off the walls
and landed in my heart
and in my palm.
My body shifted and transformed.
Motherhood.
I was ushered into a new role.
Determined to be more loving, more present,
more grateful.
I not only found my voice,
I found my courage
and the authority to
speak what is mine.
I am paving the way
for the next generation
to be believed.
To be seen and heard.
At nightfall
At nightfall we run with abandon.
We feel alive and invincible,
unaware of our own fragility.
Walking on a wire, we coax that
necessary bravery
to balance the task and the act.
At nightfall we run with abandon.
The amusement rides lit up and flashing
Old relics of a bygone era
Still functioning with a dated beauty.
The blossom disappears underfoot in the dark.
I try to save it and place it in my pocket
for protection, for safekeeping,
unaware that my own reckless abandon
could still crush it as my heart beats in my chest.
Laughing and playing,
Feeling alive and free.
I plucked that blossom.
Some beauty spoke to me.
A language that you were mine
for the taking.
And I acted on that urgency.
At nightfall we run with abandon,
not knowing what tomorrow brings.
How flashing lights were to sparkle never again.
How fun summer nights were limited.
Childhood seems so random.
Our family, so random.
The choice is not ours.
And we grow up together
Awkward in our adult-shaped bodies.
Our minds want to stay light.
To play with reckless abandon,
not knowing how short one life is
compared to the next.
What we do matters less than who we are
We tend to work like old cars.
Something goes.
The engine,
The body,
The smooth flow of heat and friction,
The get up and go,
The pedal to the metal, as they say.
But we are not machines nor computers.
Even if society tricks us,
Influences us,
Tells us otherwise.
I am more than a widget giving an output.
Yes, we all need each other.
We are an interdependent species,
Even when we can feel the most alone.
Our time is sacred and limited,
Precious and potent.
How can society run simpler
and with less friction, tension and pressure
so that what we do matters less than who we are
and how we show up?
Maybe that is what maturity is
and taking time to ask the questions,
not just reacting and repeating
the rote memory of what we have always done.
Our light
Do not cower, be worried with doubt and fear.
My stance, my words, my being is light.
To my inner source, to my loves,
Embody and embrace my uniqueness.
Now is the time to shine and feel empowered.
Do not cower.
To shrink is not to be approved.
To shrink is the exact opposite
and our light would dim.
Our voice, our very nature and being is that light.
Breathe in the light.
Let it swirl into your heart
And exhale love,
Metta lovingkindness towards yourself and the world.
Stars in the Sky
Stars in the sky
That look only inches apart
To my naked eye.
A pendulum swings between the two
In gentle, rhythmic sweeps.
A rope is anchored
From Earth to the heavens
I now soar and swing.
The World is Rapidly Changing
The world is rapidly changing
Faster and faster
The moment can hold so much.
My ease, my joy, my lightness,
My good and bad.
The different versions of ourselves.
The good daughter
The sacrificial martyr is not my goal,
Is not the point.
This is the breaking point.
The changing of patterns
That change the story
That change the state of being.
I can be light.
I can jump on the stress train.
I choose where to focus
How to be, to show up.
This is me.
Boredom
Boredom is good
To find your inner reservoir
Your creativity.
Your solutions are needed
And this is the practice arena.
Grateful
Grateful to hear the call.
To be in that field of safety,
of serenity.
In stillness, I rise.
Lucid Dreaming
Here but in another time,
Another space.
Feet feel planted on two different lands.
One grounded, safe and calm.
The other commotion, problems in need of solutions.
I teeter and balance between both worlds.
Let’s make it a good one
The magenta slide beckoned us all.
The sun was shining.
The clear air filled our lungs.
We were not supposed to be here today.
This slide, this green open space was
Not on the agenda.
But isn’t life marvelous?
Our well-thought out plans went
Right out the window.
One cancellation.
And a shift,
A rift in our schedule.
Let’s make it a good one.
Let’s not squander it,
Smooth it over with more tasks.
The gaps filled with joy,
A playful laugh.
A child calls out to his mother.
You run into my outstretched arms
And call to me, to watch you run,
Watch you play.
A smile forms across my face.
My lips blow you a kiss.
We were not supposed to be here today
But I’m glad we did.
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