Today I am in love
With grief and sorrow
Don’t try and pull me away
Or cheer me up
There is nothing wrong
Let me drown a while
In this vast ocean
I will die ten thousand times
And feel the wave
Of suffering
And my own helplessness
It will be terrible
And beautiful
And, like all things,
Will pass in its own time
I am not the author of any of this
But I surrender into it.
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You never stopped being your essential self
It just became covered over with layers
Of erroneous beliefs and conditioned ways
Hidden under the weight of trying to be a someone
And now the journey calls you to remove all those layers
And remember the essence.
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There is a part of you
Free of ancestry
Free of conditioning
And cultural definition
That undefined, unknown
Unbound and wildly free part
That’s the part
I want to dance with
Liberate yourself.
The family constellation
Will play itself out forever
In unconscious patterns
Until one person says ‘no more,’
And disrupts the pattern
By leaving the energetic matrix
Not in anger or blame
But in freedom
By no longer being
Caught in its web.
If you hide your light
For too long
It may go out
Or become so diminished
It will be all but lost
But don’t ever lose heart
For that light
Can return very quickly
With a tiny shift
Of willingness
To open the old creaky doors
And say yes.
Speak your name
Into the world
You were gifted a voice
To share your wisdom
To say what must be said
Don’t allow self worth
To stand in the way
Don’t worry about being strong
Or being ready
That day is already here.
Speak only of tenderness
On days like these
Accept love’s open arms
And be held in the unconditional
The heart is revealed
As not made of stone
But of flesh and blood and spirit
We are fragile creatures
Walking a precarious path
With little knowledge of what awaits
Cherish this.
Old stuck past anger
Creates grievances
In the present
Turned outward
It creates war with the world
Turned inward
It creates war with the self
Ultimately it’s a destructive energy
That begs us to see it, know it, feel it
So it no longer lurks in the shadows
This transforms anger into authority
And creative expression
And it gives us our voice back.
Carry no grievance It is a heavy cloud That casts a pall Over natural goodness.
Poetry of Beauty 