Poetry

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

My Soul is what I’ve been looking for all along.

My Soul.

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.

My Soul.

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’m grateful.

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?

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

Mexico neighborhoods.

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.

To shine.

17 Thoughts.

  1. Dear Danielle,

    Since I discouvered your blog, I visit it regularly. Sometimes for an inspirational piece of mind. But mostly to soothe myself, my mind and my heart.
    To trust in my own strenght and never ignore what my heart says

    Your last poem struck me the most, especially this part: “Someday, 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.”
    I recognised the feeling of living here on earth as if I am too sensitive for the world and don’t (always) understand the way the world “works”.
    And then I realised that I am not the only one who is feeling this way, that there are maybe lots of people who are feeling this way. They just don’t talk about it.
    And it becomes a little bit more clear wich path(s) I have to “aim” for. To be precicely: to follow the way my heart points to.
    That remebered me of the book I read in French class when I was 17: Le petit Prince, by Antoine de Saint Exupéry.
    “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

    I want to thank both you, and your birth mother, Kate Mulgrew.
    Thank her for feeling and showing strenght from te outside in.
    Thank you, for feeling and showing strenght from the inside out.

    I have the feeling that I am about to start a very interesting journey with myself, to myself.

    May peace be in your mind and love in your heart,

    Yvonne

    • Yvonne,

      I am so happy to hear of the inner journey that you are embarking on. It is the most important journey of all. Yes, you are not alone. There are many people seeking to awaken themselves. There is something so beautiful and precious waiting for you in there!

      I love your quote from Le Petit Prince. It is perfect 🙂

      Peace & Love Back to You!!

      • It all sounds so brave…
        But it scares the s*** out of me. Makes me anxious and confused, afraid..
        How do I calm my mind, and my heart?

        Love to you and yours,

        Yvonne

        • Yvonne,

          Perhaps it is not the prospect of the inner journey that is so scary to you, but more that when you turn to look inside yourself you see anxiety, confusion and fear within you. That’s a good thing – it means you are looking inward now. Just try to take inventory of what you see in a non-judgemental way. Everything that you feel is ok. Try to just feel it and breathe.

          If you need more tools you can look at some of my videos that use body tapping, vibration and chest breathing. Those are some of the exercises that can begin to help you observe yourself and breathe through what you see until you begin to realize they are just made of energy anyway. And energy can transform.

          The things which make you fearful are just “paper tigers” as my teacher calls them 🙂

          Good luck ~ you can do it!

          Danielle

  2. Your writing is quite eloquent and lyrical. Like Yvonne, I too visit your blog regularly, as well as out of curiosity to see what new entries you have posted and to see if they could possibly be of assistance to myself.

    Might I be permitted to share a poem I wrote? It is a very personal poem and emotional. But I would like to share it to open up I suppose. One piece of imagery is an account of how a certain angel was depicted in past.

    A child born with perfect grace
    An angel without wings
    The memory of her sweet face
    The endless joy it brings.

    She died looking up at me
    A peaceful look on her face.
    With a special trust I cannot see
    The child I would ever replace.
     
    The  Angel of Death took her there
    Her innocence lost, she will not be forgotten,
    Because of an angel with six fingers and golden hair,
    My heart feels like it is knotting.

    The endless mystery of life wandering this place,
    The sweetest soul that ever was,
    An angel wrapped in lace.

    • Oops… I forgot part of the last verse

      A child born with perfect grace
      An angel without wings
      The memory of her sweet face
      The endless joy it brings.

      She died looking up at me
      A peaceful look on her face.
      With a special trust I cannot see
      The child I would ever replace.

      The Angel of Death took her there
      Her innocence lost, she will not be forgotten,
      Because of an angel with six fingers and golden hair,
      My heart feels like it is knotting.

      She was so innocent and so small,
      Her infinite beauty, her overpowering grace
      Will never be swept away from my mind at all The endless mystery of life wandering this place,
      The sweetest soul that ever was,
      An angel wrapped in lace.

      • Your poem is very beautiful, Taya.

        I can feel your heart and mind.

        Thank you so much for sharing it with me ~

        Danielle

  3. It symbolizes a loss I suffered as a teenager, unfortunately. I was not permitted to speak about it but I do now in order to heal. Writing poetry was the only way I could express my pain and grief safely. It is a very personal thing but I talk about it now as a way to heal.

    • Here’s another poem that explains a bit more:

      Celine, so many nights that I think about you.
      I will never forget your smile which was frozen in time.
      When I think about you, I think my thoughts about you are sublime.

      Even when you left, you didn’t say goodbye,
      But I tell you, don’t look back because you will see me cry.
      I fought to be so strong, but it just wasn’t true.
      So many nights I fight once more just to see you.

      Little angel sent too soon to the heavens above
      An innocent soul carried on the wings of a dove
      Too soon had I seen you part,
      but you will always have special place in my heart.

      I miss your deep brown eyes and your golden heart too,
      More precious than a diamond, more than words could ever say,
      Your love so innocent, your soul like the warmth of May.

      When you’d smile, my soul was shining.
      If only you could see what you mean to me.
      As the sun rises again to meet a new day,
      my sorrow and pain increases in every way.

      So reach for the stars, my beautiful little angel.
      Touch the face of God for me, and tell Him to set my heart free.
      May you live forever in the presence of God,
      This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

      • Thank you for sharing with me. Although I don’t know the story, I can really feel your heart and mind.

        I wish that you can find deep happiness in your heart, Taya.

        Be well~

  4. It has taken me years to talk about this as I was not allowed to as a teenager. You see, I got pregnant at 13 as a result of rape, and my daughter was born prematurely, but the doctors had said she was full term. As soon as I saw her though… I knew. She was small and sickly. She lasted 2 weeks. I was in the hospital because of shunt issues and it is risky to have children if you had Hydrocephalus because labor alone can cause a lot of cranial pressure. My family had made me hide the pregnancy and nobody knew until I tried to say something. My parents tried to state that I was lying but they had said to me that they were trying to protect me because of bullying. Now, don’t get me wrong. I understand why they did it, but they should have approached it differently. Now I don’t want to have more children because of this and the health risk. I just can’t do it.Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day I’m sure to listen to my story.

  5. I was never allowed to grieve or cry really. I had to keep it inside. It wasn’t very fair to me to have to do. Only in recent years have I stepped forward and said something once again but as I said, I understand the intention behind the actions, I just wish my parents had done something different and less damaging. It has been 19 years since all of this. It’s funny to think that my child would be a legal adult now. Sometimes you just need someone to listen as a sounding board. You never know who is the correct person to talk to without being judged.

      • At least someone does. I still want to cry, to grieve… To have someone to talk to, to listen. I feel broken even now, years later. My parents had wanted me to give her up if she lived…. But I refused. So poetry is one way to express myself. I feel like crying now… the anniversary of her death and her birth just passed. I know you say that I shouldn’t feel guilty but I do because of my past and what I have had to endure. I don’t expect you to understand truly…but thank you anyway for all you do. You are truly a treasure because of your ability to help others.

  6. Dear Tanya,

    Don’t forget
    Stangers are sometimes
    Just friends
    That you have not yet met

    What you feel is there
    Not good
    Not bad
    It just is
    Let it be
    (And don’t judge yourself)
    *hug*

    Danielle,
    Thanks for your comforting and wise words. The paper tiger is calm now. This new road is exciting and beautiful, but also unknown and therefor scary (sometimes terrifying). There are descicions to make and (some) risks to take.
    But I know the outcome will take me further in my journey.
    The funny thing is that little pieces of the beginning of this journey allways were in my mind. But I had never the courage to act on it.
    Till now.
    Your post about forgiveness for oneself is a very important lesson that I want to be living by for the rest of my life.
    Thank you!

    • Congratulations for your courage Yvonne!

      And thank you for your thoughtful words for Taya 🙂

      Yes, let’s practice love & forgiveness to ourselves everyday!

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