The phoenix;
the fire, and ash,
All parts essential to
the new, the old, the now;
the whole me.
Tag: Life
Wholeness in Bloom
In bits and pieces,
I am finding myself
in whole,
I was not lost,
I was, I am
in process,
Now peaking out new,
Vibrant crocus
pushing up through cold snow,
Whole me is a flower
in the process of budding
through full bloom,
I will guard this treasure,
And not let it’s appearance be shamed,
My self in bloom is beauty
in rare, raw form
fragile,
and yet miraculous in strength
bending independently toward the light,
knowingly drinking the mana of life waters,
feeding for knowledge,
preparing for
the continual, eternal
blossoming toward wholeness
Healing
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
Embodiment
In the next plane they may be together,
When things are vastly different,
When bodies have no boundaries,
And they exist as they have always suspected they should,
Outside of time and space,
They are the embodiment of pure love.
Winded
There will be moments
That are hard to handle, that take the breath too soon
And leave us weak, parched, winded,
These moments are the trial steps,
Not the end we are seeking
(Come Spring) Hope Restored
Come green,
Come new,
Come tender buds,
Come melt to show infant blades
Come rebirth,
Your Winter labor has been long,
Arduous,
Awake goddess,
Your time has come
To welcome back the birds,
To sing awake the rest
The sun now rests much later,
To let the children play,
Come great Spring
To take over for your sister Winter,
Her time has come to sleep
Come Spring,
And bring with you
The warmth of sun
And longer hours,
And the hope restored,
We have all been waiting for.
She of Letters 