Poetry

When the dust settles down again

The residue will be cleared and recognized

As well the strings that are attached

With the emotional and mental issues

That are connected with it.

We go through every step of processing

Once we start to become aware and 

Full of consciousness about it

The way it will be sensed or perceived

Will differ from person to person.

It is the inner source that is reflected

With the higher source once it is clear

And the  crystalline energy will mirror

Should I stay or should I go

When all things are shifting around.

Will I be able to go with the flow

And release anything that holds

Even the familiar ones.

On a threshold, standing my ground

I love to take this step forward

Weather or not it feels sound.

Should I take this step into the unknown

Or be on the safe ground I know.

Good times are coming,

 I am sure I will be found.

Maybe this will get easier

When time passes by

Or when the birds are flocking

When we meet our fellow travelers on our journey we call Life

There is something that connects us and binds us together.

Sometimes it is for a short while we walk together

Other times it is for a longer period of time, something

We call it a lifetime span.

Lovers meet each other along the path ways that the soul

Has set for them in order to create expansion as well

A truly Heartfelt renewal that will bring forth more love.

When we are aware of the way our souls meet 

 On this day the memories are flooding in

Remembering the final phases of a life time

The breaking point as well the surrendering

Yet still strong connected through will and spirit

The dignity you held through the passing

Honoring those you held so dear

Each in their own way sharing your love

And giving them the gifts through words

As well your intense awareness .

You are standing tall and bright

After releasing all layers that needed to be shed

Earning your wings through your courage

I had never felt so empowered. I had expressed myself, healed myself, entertained myself, recorded myself and I had changed the way I felt. All through the simple act of writing a poem.

I hadn't intended to write a poem indeed nothing had been further from my mind because I was on an archaeological field trip. In Ireland last summer.

You could tell it was summer because the trees were green and the kids were out of school but the cold wind and rain made it feel like winter, or possibly like summer, in Patagonia.

I stand - Firmly grounded to the earth with my arms pointed toward the sky.. Fingertips connecting to the sun, allowing its brilliant light to flow through me.

I feel the wind, and I am guided by its direction. I RUN! Only to turn occasionally to face the shadows that try to fill my sacred space.

I AM FREE! I am free of the shackles built from stagnant ways. I am seeing a clear path ahead, one which does not intersect with a truth limited by fear and hidden confessions.