I.
Landscapes and borders blend
pitfalls, unknown, lie ahead
with stable footing I step forward
to peer over the edge
eternity and reality converge
one point just out of focus
trance-like, translucent
I breathe in this space
Place out of time
in its own rhythm and rhyme
We all have these seasons
There doesn’t need a reason
Just allow it to unfold
The blending will mend
what needs tending.
trusting the process
I look over the horizon.
dreams become reality
II.
deep tones
light and shadow
swim in the sea before me
culminating a crescendo
of sound and fury
a powerful force indeed
III.
Blend and meld
We are one
Where I end and you begin
is just a figment of the imagination
Tag: trust
Full Moon in Libra
I am a Libra Tonight the full moon is in the sign of Libra The scales. It is in my power to balance And walk down the middle path. It’s hard to see the middle When you are acutely suffering. All the tools get swept away And become inaccessible. Just reaching to grasp them Seems like additional effort. I am in a holding pattern. Can I accept that this is my condition And trust that answers are coming? To rest a little more while I can? The final slumber before action. And it is my choice. I am not just being thrown about With the fury of the tide. I can let go. Trust that I won’t drown While I wait for safer shores. It can be scary To surrender. I plan on resting Until I have some answers. I will write. I will be inspired. I will move gently. I will accept where I am Patiently aware That change is inevitable. Image from https://foreverconscious.com/libra-full-moon-ritual-april-2023
RELEASE
Release the urge to get it right Perfection is the joy destroyer. Release the desire to sound eloquent To have the right words delivered At the exact moment. Release and trust that I will receive What I’m meant to. There is no end goal No finish line No final product. We are all works in progress And there is always room for more: More edits, for rewrites, to rehashing And then what’s left? Hacked up, tattered words Left on the page. Torn fragments. Might as well make confetti And see where the words land. That would show perfection. I don’t have to do it right Or get it right. There is no finish line where I suddenly become who I’m meant to be. I am her now. I embrace and embody her now. There is no “there” to get to. I am the joy, the connection, The creator. I am the words that you see, The sounds that you hear. They are all a part of me And a part of you too. Where does creativity come from? The seed of the soul is my guess. What seeds are you going to plant today? What nourishment does your soul desire? What would you like to plant? Place them in your palm And touch the earth. You are forever supported And nourished.
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