Let go

 

 Let go of the control
over your mind, your movement,
let go of the confines
of your thoughts and beliefs,
let go of the patterns
engrained in you to follow,
let go of the pictures
you were shown as a child.
 
Freely let your eyes flow
over that which you see before you,
move gently to the call
whatever the way it wishes to go,
let the breeze lift your footsteps
to an ancient melody,
sway your body to the rhythm
in the air so very sweet.
 
Find the freedom inherent in your being
through the knowing alive in your soul,
find the purpose that burns within you,
find your meaning that’s yours to own.
 
 

The Song in your Soul

 

To the song in your soul
sing a sweet melody,
let the rhythm meet the roots
of your being oh so deep,
to the light in your heart
lift the veil that on you lies,
let the spirit through you flow
let it free, be alive.
 
There is knowing in your soul
written in your destiny,
faintest footprints show you how
through the darkness that is deep,
every tear that you have shed
fed the seed that in you lies,
it’s your gift, it is your calling
it’s your purpose, true, alive.
 
 

Misty Mountain Magic

 

 
Through the mist at the foothills of the mountains
the distance between conscious and subconscious disappears,
melding into one glorious vision created by surrender to what is.

Remembrance floods into my being, I can feel the tendrils of time loosening
and the memories of long forgotten ages emerge, tentatively,
gently reaching out, touching my earthbound soul.

I yield to both known and unknown, let it swirl through me,
forming new pathways and patterns, streaks of light and colour
lighting up my spirit and being as I renounce the old and familiar,
to delve with hope and exhilaration into the stillness,
new truths, freedom, release, relieving the pressure that has been building,
building, building… may I stay in this moment, in this time,
absorb it wholly, slowly, into my being, to stay, forever.
 
 

I'm not meant to fit in

 

 
I’m not meant to fit in.

Fitting in has had me dancing to many fiddlers tunes,
led me down strange and alien alleyways
writing stories of someone else’s creation.

Fitting in shut down my imagination,
made me believe my dreams were my own
when in fact they hatched from expectations
and norms I had no part in conceiving,
drew me into a world of illusion and deception,
into a world conceptualized by lies
requiring blind obedience and conformity,
strangling my truth, my being, my vision.

No more!

I am unique, you are unique,
we are not meant to be the same!
Each of us has a gift to offer this world
no one else is capable of duplicating,
live it, be it, express it, freely, lovingly, truthfully.
 

In the darkness of the moon

 

She feels at home in the darkness of the moon
under silver shadows, tracing patterns on her skin,
words are formed with ancient knowing,
from a time she can’t recall, from a memory deep within,

the gentle breeze plays a melody to which she dances,
leaves her footsteps in your heart and in the wind,
singing songs of beauty, wonder, touching those who hear
with a light, a glow, from this world you can abscind.

She is different, indefinable,
can't explain her feelings, what she knows,
guided by infallible faith
as with ease through the day she flows.

Spirits dancing

 

Teardrops of joy falling from the sky,
tingling of bells on the pond,
mist rising from the pond’s depth,
spirits dancing with abandon, freedom,
harmoniously moving with the arms of the breeze,
frolicking faeries, darting in flight,
sparking blue green silver wings,
perfect silence the orchestra
playing their favourite song,
the spirits of abundance,
realizing good intentions with their wand
of breathless beauty and magic,
bringers of joy, bliss, truth, authenticity, life,
love……
 
 

My soul is crying

 

My soul is crying,
the darkness is strong,
pulling, pushing, vying
for my soul song.

Let silence descend
upon this night,
let my spirit blend
with crescent moon’s sight.

My light is burning
though doubt brought pain,
still my heart is yearning
for love's perfect reign.

My soul is crying,
yet I stand tall,
while the old is dying,
I heed my soul’s call.

A Shift

 

……and all of a sudden
it's not so easy, or appealing,
to fall back into old patterns,
old ways, old rhythms,
even when clad
as the ‘perfect solution’
to dissolving the dis-ease before me,
as they would only appease
the situation concerned,
return the ‘peace’, the ‘balance’,
to a known state,

since I now know the cost,
to my self, my being,
of betraying my truth,
abandoning my being,
for a temporary resolve
I know, will not last……