Stop running away from that which scares you
especially when
you know it to be your pathway
to freedom.
Tag: poem
waters need to ripple
Every once in a while
things change.
The routine we once carried out automatically
requires revision.
Can we take the moment to appreciate
how nothing can stay the same
and how sometimes
it’s putting ourselves first
that invites the water to ripple?
Waters need to ripple
to help the river flow.
whole body trust
This last attempt will go as planned
but this time, according to my schedule.
My body says she’s ready,
and I believe her.
I trust her.
I know she’s looking out for me.
May the weeks unfold ahead
as they are meant.
With my whole body,
I trust.
broken record
The record spins.
Always spinning, it never stops
because it’s broken.
Spinning inside my head, inside my chest,
though at first the music sounds beautiful,
it’s off-key.
Spinning before my eyes
the people, creatures,
juggling balls flying through the air,
everything is moving.
“By trying to control everything
you end up controlling nothing.
Not that you can control anything, anyway.”
The record keeps spinning.
The record keeps playing.
Broken.
expanding beyond
Playing timid
has kept me safe
behind the walls of smiles and acquiescence
for a long time.
Eventually the walls come down
to cast glimpses of ferocity and desire
upon the shocked faces
of those who expected less from me.
They can hardly believe it.
Their painted image of me, shattered.
For me, the focal,
at last I reach expansion.
Expanding beyond me, beyond them,
for me.
surrender to the winding road
May we envision our lives
as traveling along a winding road,
a road that stretches straight for a while,
then spirals back around and sideways,
revisiting places already passed through
with new eyes.
We come back, time and again
to cities we believed had been conquered
and left desolate
to see them flourishing with new life.
They look different now,
as do we feel.
With each footstep connecting us to the Earth,
may we trust the path unraveling before us.
Though we may not agree, or understand,
we can surrender.
Call upon our experience to guide us
through the new, and familiar,
we encounter.
I came home to my body
I came home to my body today.
There she was, waiting for me
with an embrace to wrap me twice around.
I listened to what she needed,
I shared with her my desires,
we worked together.
Partners.
I had forgotten what her love felt like,
how much she has to give.
I remember now,
now that I’m back home.
voices in the rain
Raindrops fall from the sky
soft and quiet at first,
then heavy and loud,
washing away the collections of dirt and dust,
gifting the ground, and all that rises from it,
with a new heartbeat.
I hear voices in my head.
They tell me what I’m supposed to do and when.
When I don’t listen, they scream at me
until I conform,
giving them the victory.
I recognize them, I know who they belong to,
familiarity offers no advantages.
I can hear the rain through closed windows,
rhythmic.
I wonder if it knows how much power it carries,
how much we depend on it.
Open the door to immerse my body
in this falling magic.
Wash away the voices down the gutter
to hear my own at last.
This is how I find peace today.
energetic film
Sweat dripping down my forehead,
gathering underneath my eyes and down my neck,
spreading out and over my arms
like water spilled from a glass
reaching out across the floor.
Thoughts of hot, running water and soap
traveling over my body
fill my mind through a vinyasa,
though I’m supposed to be focused on my breath.
Slowing down my breath and body
into the stillness of shavasana,
I rest in the final resting pose,
resting.
I roll over to the right side and push myself upright
to find my skin dry, the sweat evaporated,
leaving my skin with an energetic film
reminding me of the work I have done
for me.
I’ll keep it on my skin a while longer.
my needs evolve
What worked for me then
was what I needed then.
What I need now
may look wildly different
and that’s OK.
My needs evolve with me
as I do.
Dawning Words 