Come back
Don’t fall asleep
The world needs your stories
You can solve what troubles you
The antedote is in your chest
In your heart
In your very breath
Even when it feels like it’s breaking apart
and shattered at the core
There is the jewel of what is you
that takes these pieces
that makes meaning in the chaos
The shards are not terrifying
a new mosaic is taking shape
and you are the sculptor
Come back
Don’t fall asleep
The world needs you
I need you
In my arms - all is at peace -
A steady rhythm of heart and breath
To hold and be held
to walk upon this earth
supported with ease and connection
to spirit
to love
to bliss
Come back
Don’t fall asleep
The beauty is you all along
[ This is my birthday gift and to celebrate the month of October ]
Tag: stories
The Sisters Play
The sisters play. Lives unlived and unknown But real to their imaginations. We are at sea Where mermaids race and swim Greeted by friendly sea creatures. Oh, what adventures they had! Of course, there’s conflict. Problems present themselves. Solutions and ideas form. The sisters play on. The imagination lives In each one of us. It is known yet intangible. The stories and ideas Weave in and out. Like the waves in the sea. We marvel at their strength, Shape and fierce force. The sisters play. We are goddesses of the sea. We can shape that creative force And wield the plot and characters. A story unfolding, Real and imagined.
LISTEN
The trees have Their own story to tell. Their roots run deep, Slow and powerful Beyond what my eyes can perceive. Listen To their wisdom. The ever silent witness Present to the environment, The changing seasons, The years come and gone, Steady and silent. Touch the tree bark. Its rough outer edge. Can I be a witness Without that hard exterior? Can I be vulnerable, Exposed to all the elements And be just as slow and powerful? Not hardened to the lessons But provide a shelter, To nest and give respite To the quiet integration; To take nourishment, To be held and to hold All who pass and take shelter? What emerges from the wisdom? What tales do I want to share? The trees have their own story to tell. If I get still and quiet, I can hear their wisdom.
Healing Insights 