Poetry and Prose by #1 Amazon Bestselling Author of Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow, Co-Author of #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women, and Jan/Feb 2022 Spillwords Press Author of the Month
A whimsical feeling soes foretell of another delightful place and time, Where healing happens in an instant and all those issues are gone before you’ve glimpsed it.
It’s there on the stairs, again, calling to all that care.
Beauty in all that’s seen just like in a dream, magical, mysterious, and certainly glowing with such effervescence you wonder if it’s really full of that much pleasure.
You reconcile the feeling with a need for healing, and realize, the light’s always been there. Guiding and providing you with direction and much protection.
Through thick and thin, and all the spaces that live within.
They provide guidance at every turn, even when it might burn.
And,
display persistence in the face of adversity, especially when we are close to calamity.
A mother’s love burns so bright, the light can be seen from other worlds even on the darkest of nights.
Not asking for anything in return, leading from the center, until the heavens open up and shower us with their love, and, yes we did learn.
On this Mother’s Day, then, let us impart this small gift, upon those strong and courageous women, whose dedication, love, and kindness, did always give us that needed lift.
When I look inside, sometimes is found a diatribe, of ideas, which are moving and shaping experience without the knowledge of the receiver.
Egoic mind in motion, suffering extending roots from craving to attachment. Blinding light of awareness, are you afraid of the parallax light would perform?
Following these ideas from here to there is often pale, until that is, we get beyond the veil.
We often accessorize to people and ideas too comfortably with the gates to our heart unlocked with hope, the void of emptiness remains when the filled absence has dissolved.
We must then make headway, and, stay resolved, by being open to all that’s at our door, while we learn more about humanities very core.
Welcome others to be who they truly are, by mirroring and refracting off Self. Don’t force situations, solutions once submerged emerge, uncertainty is reality, delve into it.
Experience is a wise teacher, and can shed light on the ideas we struggle with, while we bundle close together, and pray for our very souls.
Detachment does not mean that you should own nothing, but that nothing should own you. Soaring above the high planes, be enrolled experience yet not of it.
Experience as the guide, please abide, and delight yourself in the fabric of reality within view, while ensconcing yourself in the mystery of all that is hidden within you.
Trauma and pain go together, and as I sit here and type this poem, I’m reflecting upon this person’s pain, and all of the memories that are the impetus for such agony and drain.
The memories are like splinters in my heart, and run deep, just like a fracture in the earth, which, in times of great consternation split wide open, spilling forth the earth’s contents from it’s very core.
And, just like our beautiful Mother’s fractures, these splinters of the heart, widen with time, until momentum enough is created, and everything comes spilling forth.
Yet, this truth does not live in isolation from the sealing and healing of those splinters of heart, and fractures of earth, which gather together over time.
Acknowledging their existence, and filling them, one and all, with love and compassion is a remedy that I truly adore.
Overlapping emotions can be hard to juggle, especially in times of struggle. We may run, and hide, yet still never forget you may always abide.
In a presence within you, which was created prior to your becoming, and all the little things of knowing. There’s so much more to discover, so let the music play, and carry you away.
Dance and sing, even when it stings. For in those moments of consternation, you are always burning bright, with creation and determination.
Just as you are now, don’t fret, rather, be that which you see on those long cold nights, when you feel frightened to the bone. Chilled by indecision, and all those misgivings of your past collisions.
They are a part of this worldly subsistence, and, in fact, can teach us quite a lot about our own resilience, and mutually coexistence.
Remember also, my dear, that we all have these moments of indecision, so be present to all that you are, and never fear, because you are a part of a much grander vision.
Darkness envelops me as I turn the corner, and for one moment there is a glimpse of the mirror refracting back light, which startles me with such delight.
I continue to
wander, and wonder what it is we see when we empty ourselves of the trauma and pain of a life spent yearning and burning with such conviction, it’s like someone else has given me no restrictions.
As I pull away from the dream I’m reminded of the pain, and the knowing that it’s okay to feel the burden, which I spent a long time masking with other versions
of a self made long, long, ago.
Another place and paradigm fed and fueled me then. Yet, it’s important to look at the history, while remembering that all creation lives in this stories present mystery.
I’ve been thinking and reflecting more upon childhood. Those days, rich with innocence and all that bliss.
Who’d a thunk we’d be wandering and wondering about those days so much later, as if time was encapsulated in a tiny mirror, and we, now looking back, are trying to figure out all that we missed.
During those days of never ending joy, which are quite often remembered With thoughts full of love, which we can and do employ
as needed, especially when it’s just rightly seeded.
We reminisce.
And yet as we look into that tiny mirror, what we see is a mere reflection of the love that’s always been within.
Never wavering for a second, that child’s love for the life lived, is greater than any other transient figure.
Love was there then, is here now, and will always be around.
Then?
When times are tough, pull out that tiny mirror, and gaze into what you know is already there.
For they are still within you, my dear friend, and are simply awaiting your adjoining hand.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 