There is a storm

 

The raging wind,

pelting down sheets of rain onto the earth,

ruffling the feathers

of the ducks, hunkering down low to the ground,

seeking protection

from the icy cold, the grip of the storm,

that shows no mercy, not to beast, man, plant or tree…

The storm awakens a raging

deep inside,

disturbed by the howls of the wind,

by the trees screaming in protest,

the mist clouding vision,

the rain dousing calm,

the cold freezing motion,

and the dampened light 

keeping me stuck in its midst.

So I turn my back to nature,

to the windows, the sights my eyes behold.

I am drawn to the flames,

dancing in the updraft,

to the warmth radiating forth

from the black cast iron,

I move closer and closer to its reach,

to the company of the creatures

lying prone around this warmth,

and join their comforting embrace,

listen only to the purr and the crackling fire

and the sounds of contented sighs.

The world outside does not exist,

the chaos, the storm,

no longer can touch me,

I am safe in the arms of love

and the stillness deep within my soul.

You are safe

 

 

 

Can you feel the hand that is holding you,
close your eyes, feel your breath, feel the light
that’s within you, yes, within.
 
When the gentle giants of the seas
show their presence to you, it’s your light to which they respond,
the butterflies dancing in the morning breeze,
the owl bidding you good night,
the leaf in the shape of a heart at your feet,
that’s your light drawing them near.
 
You are loved, you are safe, you are immortal,
you have a soul that never dies,
that has travelled across time, across dimensions,
ever present and wakeful inside,
holding knowledge and wisdom you’ve been taught to disregard.
 
Do not shun the visions your spirit sees, do not believe every written word,
instead believe the magic and dreams that are bubbling in you,
aching to be embodied in your daily life, in the creation of your purpose,
to live life, joyfully, in peace, in nature, in energetic harmony
with all the living beings sharing your life, your surroundings, you.
 
Sitting with your back against a tree is the purest bliss,
being one with the birds, the breeze, the swaying branches
overhead, that’s when the song in you awakens,
when your body wants to dance and your mind is enchanted
by the stories you’ve been told as a child.
 
Go back to that time and pick up your self,
disregard the teachings of duplicitous teachers, schools,
parents that were caught in the cycle of fear,
of duty, of responsibility, of societal norms,
shake it off, stop the cycle! free the bonds, cut the ties
enslaving you in a routine of slow self-destruction,
promising you worldly gain but dumping your soul
in a dark abyss from which you cannot escape…
 
Dream, I ask you, dream freely,
in time your stagnant soul will awaken to your inner knowing,
you are not meant to be a slave to another,
you are not meant to ingest food processed by another,
you are not meant to fear fresh air, sunshine, the presence of your fellow man,
you have been led astray by an evil that is hard to comprehend
as your soul can feel the suffering, the pain, the hurt.
 
Make it stop, come out from behind the veil of deception,
face what is before you and only what is before you,
let your love infuse everything you touch every day,
every word you say, every thought you think, every deed.
 
See the light grow forth, reaching into the shadows,
to the ears of those struggling to comprehend,
let your steps leave behind warmth, kindness, understanding,
be the reason for the smile on a strangers face,
be the spark of hope that is threatening extinction,
be the warmth in the heartfelt hug of one denied touch.
 
In the cave I feared to enter I found light in the abyss,
through the wafting incense and tinkling bells
I saw the thread connecting all and everything,
with the rhythmic beating drums and choir of angel voices
I was held in awe, and the dam inside me burst open,
a flood of past hurts poured forth, released me from invisible bonds,
freed me from conditioned thinking, showed me the magic that exists
and I was left trembling with gratitude, relief and ecstasy.
 
I began to smile through my tears as the puzzle pieces fell,
changing my world, my perceptions, my knowledge into knowing,
and I was a child again, I danced, I sang, hesitantly at first,
growing stronger with the elation surging through my veins,
Free! Free! For the first time in too many years,
and my ancestors sighed, my descendants smiled,
released from the vicious cycle forced onto humanity.
 

This Winter Solstice night

 

This winter solstice draws forth a dream, my dream,

for a world where there is reverence for life,

for freedom of being, where creativity lives,

where a different way of doing is met with excitement,

where I am seen, heard, felt,

where I live amongst souls who know to do the right thing,

who are in touch with their inner knowing,

with the seasons, with mother earth,

with people who seeks to understand,

whose source is love,

whose fodder is gratitude,

where you and me and everyone

may be who we are meant to be,

naturally, instinctually,

where dreams such as these hold magic,

so let this winter solstice night

lead you to the place of your dreams

and believe in it, what you can see, can be,

for I believe with certainty, this place exists...

Time of Transition

 

We are so full of triggers

full of learned behaviour,

is it even possible to undo it all?

Every day I go about

catching myself ere I speak without thought,

I look with scepticism at every rule,

I question the steps I’ve been taught

and very little stands up to scrutiny now,

I was filled with horror, fear, shock, anger,

entertained thoughts of vengeance and war

but this war was already waging,

within.

It is said, we need to reach the bottom

before we can rise,

we have to face every fear,

we have to realise ourselves

as sovereign, autonomous beings,

we have to recognise

we are from here, from this earth,

we do nOt need to fit in, belong, conform,

we have our place, we are perfect, whole, free souls,

meant to wander freely as we desire,

with respect to nature, to mother earth,

live with the sun and the moon,

live with the seasons,

and we will be filled with light,

rewarded with love,

live in peace and joy……

Grace and beauty

 

 What is grace and beauty

but being able to sit in the sunshine,

the music from the Sunday market

temporarily overriding the motion of the waves,

may I stay in this movement,

in this flow of nature,

without obstruction, without resistance,

at peace, at rest, with the knowing

this is the way to living.

 

I wish I could

 The cloud is soft and the spirit light

yet the tears fall as rain on this plane,

stifling my breath,

the pain and suffering a blow to my stomach,

I double over from the force,

and I wish I could extend my arms,

wrap them around every pain, every tear, every loss,

hold you ‘til the tears run dry and the pain subsides,

hold you until you can lift your head and gaze at the dawn,

hold you until your being is filled with the light of your wakened spirit,

then gently let you go as you jump free from the restraints of darkness,

beings so light you float above the ground on legs as young as a gazelle,

eyes as bright as a child’s and a heart open and filled with love.

 

Love and Light

 

 

There is so much I wish to say

but I can’t find the words

for the feelings I feel,

for the pictures in my head,

for an inexplicable clarity I have of things

which burdened, perplexed me

for such a long time,

my mind and my heart is sparkling

with visions and ideas,

there’s a newfound peace and joy inside

bursting free that may find me laughing out loud

when I walk barefoot across the lawn in the sunshine.

 

I see pictures behind pictures,

I hear sounds within sounds,

I see hues I have not seen before,

taste tastes I have not savoured before.

 

Make no mistake, I still feel stuck

in this old world,

my new world is not yet ready,

not yet mine to live in,

but this dysfunctional mess we are all finding ourselves in,

will not be for very much longer,

the edges are rough, the story is fraying,

the lie no longer has pillars to hold it up,

and while the old sinks and disintegrates,

my dawn, filled with love and light,

is growing brighter with every passing moment.

I understand my purpose,

I have love in my heart

and a warrior in my soul,

soon we will all be together,

my family, my tribe.

 

 

Dream magic

 

 

 

My dream is to be, to be all I can be,
to be comfortable in my own skin,
to know I belong
with the people around me,
the places I inhabit,
to the creatures whose path crosses mine.

I am a woman, I am whole,
I am a soul here to heal
and to heal those around me
with my presence,
I have knowledge of plants,
blooming and not, edible and not,
designed to heal, and not.

I use this knowledge given to me
to better every thing and living being around me,
for this to spread to all outer reaches of this plane,
bringing light, joy and peace to the restless,
bringing freedom, release and tomorrow to the divine souls
already sharing the sunshine with me,
and cooperation, understanding, respect,
growth, natural change and love will flood the earth,
touching every shadow, bringing it to light,
touching every sorrow, healing in its wake,
touching every broken heart, picking up the beat again
and able to emit the same love they have felt.

And thus the new world has begun.