Author: Vanessa

Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist, humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being. I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.

Divine Possibilities

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Open yourself to the possibility,
Entrust the space for something ethereal,
Something unknown and even unknowable,
Make room for your spirituality,
For tending the garden of your soul,
That grows with gorgeous wildflowers,
If you let it,
Tend with care but let it grow,
Wild, unruly, natural,
Find comfort in knowing you are that much closer to the Divine,
Through the nature of your core being,
Trust that you are not wrong when you feel the spirit move,
It resides outside and within,
You are not alone in your wonderings of the Divine,
But are closer to it, through them,
Your path exploring will wind and weave,
But your soul is right where it ought to be,
Your disbelief can dissipate,
The more you open yourself to the divine and it’s infinite possibilities.

Proven, All Along

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For long you have been trying
To prove wrong the naysayers,
To prove wrong the doubters,
To yes their no,
And no their yes,
Because you knew you were
Able and deserving
Of just as much as they thought otherwise,
You worked so hard,
And only you are left
To see the results,
Do they know from where they are
All you have done?
What you have accomplished?
Or was it yourself
You were really trying
To prove all this to,
All along?

Family DNA

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DNA links us,
We are blocks
Blocks of a singularity called humanity,
Inside another grouping, inside another,
In another…
Inside of what is as a whole

life.

We relish and depend on our web
That is family,
But to a point;
Somewhere along the string of DNA,
As pieces of our ancestors get left off, we cut each other off,
We stop seeing the singularity of existence.

It does not matter if I still maintain our shared ancestor’s chromosomes,
But that we all spring from the same tree.
Perhaps we sense the absence when we meet someone who does not look familiar,
But is that not how we make friends;
Find loves;
From those that contain the familiar human qualities,
But yet seem
Different?

We are of the same tree,
Cousins all,
With DNA shared,
Even when distantly,
We are samples of the beauty
And complexity of the web
Of life,
And what we as humans call
Family.