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.
Tag: poem
Magic Letters
Write, love, weave your tale,
Your words are incantations,
String magic letters
Conjure emotions,
You know that you alone can,
Bring your love to life.
Metaphysics of Me: A Memoir
I was born
A yesterday of yesterdays
Bare,
But skin to my back,
I find family in spectral hues of epidermis,
Find love
Where it was,
and where it was not
to be promised at first
I grow,
stirring,
Determined,
Bossy,
to say the least,
I am a strong stalked flower,
My curls
Lush chocolate petals
I am the butterfly
That from a caterpillar
changed its shape and color,
Before your eyes slowly emerging,
Wings wet
with new and dew,
I come to be through struggle,
Overcoming adversity,
My fears
Are not of darkened shadows
But of the void of unknown ifs,
Fearful possibilities
Of life unlived,
I am the philosopher
With a problem
For every solution,
I am a seeker,
a thinker,
a complex web
Of as yet thought thoughts,
Give me time
I ask,
-So ask we all,
I am building my legend,
Piece by piece,
I am a lover,
Of few,
And all,
Holding my treasured so tightly
For fear they might break,
I give and give,
Wanting so much to multiply the love,
Into endless existence,
I am a creator,
An artist,
The young life before me,
Is my greatest piece,
I nurture,
water,
feed,
teach,
tend,
inspire her
In ways I know,
And in ways anew,
She is my story,
with a story of her own,
I am a mystic,
Finding light
in new corners,
Unexpected beauty
from the universal source,
Finding truth,
In the metaphysics
Experienced as if new,
I am the ill and well
In one package,
My healing and my hurting
Are not easily untangled from each other,
But both toughen the core,
With scar tissue
My inner
And outer
Are reborn,
I am everything
In me,
A soul with many
Names
Titles
To identify me,
But my soul
Ageless,
Graceful,
As it floats through being,
The essence
In all aspects of me
What comes next
I wonder,
But dare not guess,
Suspense
Makes this life fuller,
With richness
So decadent it can be tasted,
Can be sensed
In the air,
In the textures,
In the living,
In the every
Next moment
That will,
And does,
Then still
Inspires.
The Blooming
Travel back,
And find your story,
It is worth telling,
It was worth living,
Fuel the words with ink
And remember why
You are here,
How you came to be,
Patient flower,
How you came to bloom.
Be, For the Lost
Loss,
Of anticipated moments,
Of a hope for something new,
Grief and confusion
Fill this void
What to do,
Without the one
Who was not, was,
and then suddenly lost
Be human,
Be sentient,
Breathe,
This is your moment to mourn,
To find life again
After it’s loss,
Pick up the pieces of
A scattered you,
Learn again how
To laugh,
To live
For love,
For the one
You lost
The Mystic
She thinks in verse,
In a spectrum of iridescent hues,
Her wonderings and worryings,
Are as a mystic,
Learning her craft,
This is a long road
One she is both
Always and never
Alone,
The great awakenings she found
Were the shock
To the system,
The test,
The cure,
To sustain life,
To blossom the hidden bud,
Within her core,
She is learning everything
With new eyes,
A new mind,
A new love,
Appreciation,
Of life,
Of light