When did her life begin

 

 

 

When did her life begin…

 

….with the shy, little blonde girl in photos

captured of moments she cannot recall,

 

with the confused teen, who didn’t belong,

who tried to fit herself into friendships that didn’t resonate,

and situations she did not understand?

 

 with the young woman in a grown-up world

who built her worth on the compliments of people

and achievements valued by society,

yet left her alone and lost in the dark of night,

 

with being a first-time mother of a son

who awoke an overwhelming feeling to protect him

against every pain, guilt and shame she had ever felt,

 

with the tormented, sinking soul,

who numbed every feeling and emotion,

hoping for the rewards and happiness

promised by the teachings of this world,

 

with the suffering and tortured being

who searched behind every closed door of her mind,

reliving every painful memory over and over again

in a seemingly endless spiraling staircase without light?

 

….with the tentative woman

who finally felt solid ground underfoot,

alone in the wilderness, naked, bare, jaded and dented,

 

who smiled her first smile with a head of silver hair,

standing on green, fertile farmlands,

living by her inner knowing and her spoken truths,

accepting of the gifts the universe bestowed on her,

with the confidence granted only by the passage of time?

 

When did her life begin?

 

Shadows

 

The candlelight glows
as in times very old,
forgotten the secrets
once alive, now untold,
I have passed through the darkness,
my mem’ries it veiled,
brought heartache and tears
as my soul I then failed,
I was brought to my knees
by sadness and tears,
but the lessons needed learning
to release all my fears.

My shadows now live
side by side with my light,
acknowledged and heard,
they no longer need fight,
my soul is at peace
as I now know my self,
the true open book
that is me, that’s my life.



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The Forgotten Kingdom

 

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Through an archway of rambling pink and white roses,

on a mountainside far away where time has been frozen,

you can enter a kingdom of green rolling hills,

with air so fresh, where your dreams your heart fills,

of joyous laughter with each dancing step,

your freedom awaits if you it so let…

Your gaze fills with visions as true magic unfolds,

long forgotten tales woven through tree branches old,

gurgling brooks singing songs to which your soul knows the words,

and butterfly wings tickle senses you’ve lost and unlearnt.

Come with me to this land that exists and is true,

where the air is warm and the sky oh so blue,

where the half moon you sprinkles with its silvery dust,

where you glow in your faith as you should and you must.

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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.

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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.