I am broken;
aren’t we all?
Born into a world that does not care how finite our bodies are,
How fragile our minds are,
I am broken by life,
And made whole again,
living,
albeit scarred,
By the gift of healing
Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
I am broken;
aren’t we all?
Born into a world that does not care how finite our bodies are,
How fragile our minds are,
I am broken by life,
And made whole again,
living,
albeit scarred,
By the gift of healing
I walk in shoes I never thought I’d fit,
I am the peasant
I am to be the sage,
To preach of hope and light,
Not evangelize
or exorcize demons that my own words conjure,
Who I am becoming,
I have yet to
And cannot wait to meet her,
What words will she learn
To speak to the heart
To warm, to nurture, to comfort?
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.
If, when, maybe
I become a minister
I will pray for you,
As I always do
I will pray for love and peace,
And possibility of
What is good
That perhaps we yet have not even known to be,
I will be the poetess
The priestess to the unknowable infinite
Will grant space for sorrow
To comfort and heal,
Will learn patience as I have never known,
Will be broken so that I might grow infinitely toward whole
I will cultivate bravery
For self to be for the other,
Will challenge ignorance,
Starting with my own,
If I become,
What I am dreaming,
To be
It starts with realizing
In this moment
I am already studying
My introspection is part of the path
Perhaps I have always been
–This student of people;
This student of life;
This student of philosophy,
Always searching for the meta reasons
Now acknowledging reverence and awe in cosmology,
In universal psychology,
Wondering why at an unanswerable level,
But through humbled acquiesce to the universe
In all it’s mystery
If and when I am granted a title,
I will surely not need it anymore,
I will find most satisfaction
In being the eternal learner to the everything,
–That I seek most
Self realization
That I am already
a student preacher
This is my journey,
I’m not quite sure
Where it is taking me;
Does anybody ever, really?
But it is mine,
And I am open,
And willing,
And learning,
And giving,
And teaching,
And loving,
And…
Living.
Get back to the core,
Back to the root,
Before you filled
your head with
Answers
Ask again
What?
Why?
What is it all?
What is it all for?
Reclaim your ignorance,
Your innocence,
Or you remain lost.