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……

Gratitude

 

Heal my body, heal my mind,
heal my spirit, heal my soul,
 
walk with me this day,
in the awareness of now,
for all I’ll ever have,
is now.
 
Allow my eyes to see
the magic that’s before me,
allow me momentary silence,
before responding to what I hear,
allow all negative energies directed at me,
to flow through me into Mother Earth,
and transmute it into a loving energy that serves.
 
Bring awareness to every deed,
every thought, every word, every touch,
that they may resonate with love,
compassion, truth and understanding,
and hold me in your wings
of protection and love this day,
 
thank you.
 
 

I want to paint the world silver

 

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I want to paint the world silver
 
Silver as the moon paints the world
as it grows in the sky,
dark shadows dancing side by side
with the silver branches of the trees
adorned with tear drop jewels.
 
Silver as the smooth curves
of the pewter handle on the candlestick,
lighting up the darkness
in the deepest hours of the night,
soothing sleepless eyes
into a sea of dreams.
 
Silver as the feathers
on the wings of Muscovy’s,
stretched out to receive
the warmth of the first rays
of sunlight at dawn.
 
Silver as the dangling key to my heart,
expanding with love
as I witness the grace and magic of a world
anchored in kindness and peace
for every living being on this plane.
 
 

Reflections

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Yesterday is flying through my mind,

touching and tasting long forgotten memories,
bringing to life what once was,
allowing me to reflect on who I once was,
the choices I made, the roads I travelled.
 
I feel shivers down my spine,
of disbelief and relief alike.
I do not regret what has transpired,
even feel a sense of nostalgia,
not so much to moments, but to feelings,
wondering…
if I’d known what is to come
maybe I’d have lived life more joyously
instead of in the cloud of sadness that prevailed,
of not belonging, not understanding why I felt what I did,
how I tried to shape myself to expectations
which only tightened the noose around my neck.
 
Yet through it all, I felt the candle burning in my soul,
the light that was there that wouldn’t go out,
that pushed me to wait until dawn
that created the dreamworld I regularly escaped to,
the one everyone always told me to forget,
the one, which kept me going day after day.
 
Tears of gratitude shimmer in my eyes
for all that has passed, all that’s been said and done,
for I would not find myself in this very moment in time,
with the knowing, wisdom and joy in my heart
if it had not been for the heartache and tears
that brought me to my knees,
to surrender,
to love.
 
 

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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