Blog
The Mystery Of Myself
The mystery of this life dragging me down
Dragging me out from the Heavens
From my Home
Such a terribly rough landing
If I must stay here
Then how, oh how,
Can I reclaim my bliss?
All that I’ve ever known
Oh how I long to glimpse Heaven again
I feel a tug on my heart
And I realize
I am still connected by
The thinnest, hair-like thread
Gently tugging at my heart
My mind alive with remembrance
Searching, searching
How can I get back?
If I pull too hard, this thread will break
What on Earth am I?
Am I a fallen angel?
A being of light?
Made of matter?
Made of grace?
What is this mystery unfolding?
My soul is made of stars and
My heart is made of love and
The rest of me?
I don’t know…
I don’t know what I am doing here
How can I wake this
Soft animal flesh?
Embody my former magic?
The magic of the cosmos
To truly know who I am ~ that I am all of it.
I am everything that I’ve ever
Seen, touched, smelled, heard, tasted
I am all of creation, as well as
Every last destructive explosion
I feel it from the depth of my being
I am here to be witnessed
I am here to be heard
To be held
To make magic from dust
I look within and realize I must
Let it be wild and messy
This dream
No need to fix a thing
Radiant being
All that I am
Wildflowers growing from my hair
Sweet nectar surrounds me
Let it be beautiful
In its imperfection
I am hope, matter, and divine grace
Shining my light
Dream weaver
Light worker
Holding Heaven in my heart
I will be home again soon
A New Rising
I walk past the graves of all my past selves
And am gifted a treasure of spiritual wealth
I hear them cry out, reliving their wounds
Rolling around in their underground tombs
Lamenting the past and all their mistakes
Locked in a prison of hurt and of shame
I see them, I hear them, I love them still
But I can’t be undone by their painful shrills
I keep moving forward, whatever it takes
This is the choice I will *always* make
And so I keep walking; no need to hold on
I release these ghosts and choose to move on
As I continue to die, leaving new graves
Old versions of me are passing in waves
Like the sun rises after yesterday’s storm
And a new day arrives, taking on its new form
I rise above and let mySelf unveil
Allowing my heart and my soul to prevail
This genuine life, this actualized Self
This in Truth, is my greatest wealth
Beauty Way
I drink your subtle medicine
The kind that warms my bones
That nurtures my heart open
like a newly blossomed rose
…
Felt through Lucy’s laughter
Beaming like the sun
Restoring my connection
to Source, to the One
…
May I stay in wonder
May I stay in grace
Holding beauty’s essence
through every fading trace