...Musings...
from a poetry workshop I attended through the New Earth Mystery School during the pandemic. I was guided with meditations and writing prompts to channel some poetry.
You can find my plays here.
An Exchange with My Heart
Dear Heart,
I feel you burst and float and beat and break.. You speak with so much passion and compassion. What is it you have to say for me today, dear Heart?
My child. My Self. My body.
You move through the world with such strength and ease. This body gives me the space to break open and spill to the floor. This body gives me the space to jump and shout and whoop and holler in joy and passion. This body can be rigid at times making it hard to hear that I know I am safe. I just need to feel.
It is safe to soften. Think of me. A muscle-- a wet muscle, no less -- made of tissue filled with blood. Not solid rigid bone. In fact, if it was rigid we would be in trouble, girl. My strength lies in my softness and flexibility. My health lies in my openness, Dear One. My imperative lies in being a vessel of flow. My strength is in removing blocks. My power comes from my consistency and ability to show up as I am. A witness, a feeler, a healer, synchronized to the rhythm of life.
My energy connect with the energy of all life on this planet. My energy taps into all that IS across time, space, and dimensions. I am the seat of consciousness that carries your soul. My beat is the spark.
Queen of Sheeba - Wisdom
I will follow
her footprints
that have existed
long before me
Knowing I would make the journey
one day
one year
one moment in time
Time to her is nothing more
than a blink
within a blink
within a blink
I will follow
her footprints
like a siren call
knowing she is
with me
and also waiting
at the end of the road
with a mother's knowing hug
caressing the wounds
of the journey
for it is not fog.
I will follow
her footprints
left behind from
journeys past
through all of time.
Hardened in the dirt
as a memorial
to all the ancestors
following her call
for lifetimes
before me.
I will follow
her siren call
knowing she is with me
and also waiting
with a mother's know embrace
knowing I would follow
one day
one year
one moment of time
knowing time is a blink
within a blink
within a blink.
MIRABAI
The wild woman of the forests
running with bare feet in the earth
knows of freedom from feeling
the breeze rush past her cheeks
She dances from her feet
allowing the rhythm to flow
through her
in complete surrender to
the voice of god.
She has no gown
nor training of any sorts.
She has no knowledge of where
her feet should go
But she listens with her
heart for his instructions
A marionette for the divine
wanting only the pulse of
his presence.