Recently, my brother Ian encouraged me to post some more of my poetry.
Actually, I haven’t written much in about 15 years because I have been so deeply involved in communicating with myself through my practice that I just didn’t feel the need. However, from time to time the desire surfaces again and when it does, I go for it.
A few years ago I was living in New Mexico and having some difficult times. Despite the challenges, the sacred beauty of Sandia Mountain and the womb-like energy that I felt enveloped in while I was there directed me back to my Soul again and again. Today I am posting two poems that came out of my heart during that time. They are just written expressions of me reminding me of what I already knew, what I needed to hear – the whisperings of my inner being.
My Soul is what I’ve been looking for all along.
It’s the only answer. Always has been.
It’s like having a glow stick tucked safely in the pocket of my heart.
A bright, sparkling, pure & sweet glow stick.
It wants to see the world through the windows of my eyes.
And it wants me to see the world through it’s eyes.
It’s eyes are as clear and clean as cool lake water.
I don’t have to be lonely, because I have my Soul.
Loneliness – an emotion so hard to swallow – often gets stuck in my throat, or sometimes it drops heavy into my stomach and just hangs, like a weight.
But tonight, I don’t have to be lonely.
Tonight, I snuggle with the Moon.
The great desert Moon in the inky black sky – she loves me. She looks upon me and she nods, a knowing nod.
“All is OK, beautiful child,” she says.
She shines down and reflects herself in the Lake of my Soul.
And tonight I can rest assured that I Light up the World.
What’s Real is the sun, shining down on my face, freckling my skin as I walk
through hot New Mexico neighborhoods.
What’s Real is the Sun, that shines from my heart, breathing in my chest,
spreading Light out into this world. Light of Life. Life Itself. The Life
that lives inside of the rocks, the lizards, the roadrunners, the barking
dogs, the bustling families and the majestic Mountain that overlooks hot New
What’s Real are the trees that I find in a shady park when I stop to rest.
Trees are the original Goddesses of this Earth! They wave and wink at me in
the breeze. I love them and they love me. Real is certainly the love that
fills my heart as I rest against their cool bark and nestle in their roots.
‘Sit here and be still, my lovely child’ they whisper in my ear.
Real is the gratitude and bright joy I feel from knowing that I am just
another flower blossoming from this Great Tree of Life. I find those real
feelings when I travel down into the deep basement of my heart. They are
always waiting for me there, smiling at me like old friends. One humble and
grateful mind, one bright joy springing from the seed of the Tree of Life.
One flower blossoming slowly. And all flowers, no matter what speed they
blossom at, are beautiful.
Real is my path, Real is my mission, Real is my love for this Earth and the
Souls that live upon it.
What’s Real, is knowing that someday, when my mission is complete, I will
return to my original planet where I understand the rules, and where things
make a little bit more sense to my pure heart. But for today this pure heart
is happy, just happy, to be here. Right here. To breathe. To love. To smile.