Autumn
Queen of Letting Go Break open my heart, so my love can flow. . . Flow from the places where I've shut down, from the dark murky waters, where shadow is found. For that's where my gems are, there's the real gold, the love and acceptance that comes once I know. . . that life and death, shadow and light, yin and yang, wrong and right, Blend all together in one glorious whole, reminding me once again, so that I may know TO LIVE IN THE MOMENT TO LOVE LIKE I BREATHE EACH MOMENT, EACH DAY BE THANKFUL TO LIVE
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The River cleanses me,
washes it all away. Once again, I'm an innocent child at play. The cold water awakens me, to this gift that is life, As I glide through her, I forget my struggle and my strife. So I pray to the waters, I bow down in deep awe, I thank you for your gifts, You bring life to one and all, May we respect and adore you, May we be mindful of what we do, So that our children's children can enjoy the waters too! Dark Moon
She who embodies all that is beneath, hidden, repressed Teach me to accept and surrender to the darkness Show me how to not cling to passing emotions, feelings, fears, and the changeability of the mind Teach me how to find the light Even in the darkest of nights How to hold on to hope when all seems lost, and I'm afraid, confused, and helpless Please, caress my soul with your deep wisdom I pray to you Dark mother Help me discern that which needs the sword and that which needs patience and love Teach me to turn within for answers, instead of seeking the opinions of others I pray to you I pray for my family, now and for generations to come May we heal our karmic wounds May we evolve and live in peace, love, joy, and acceptance and as we heal our wounds, may we inspire others to do the same, and in doing so, Heal the Earth AHO I am but a child in my heart
Wanting to love, and be loved Shying away from hurt and pain longing for comfort in my mother's arms Expressing myself freely Naturally moving towards what brings me joy Accepting others differences, without even thinking twice For aren't we all humans, together here on earth? Let us be childlike again Innocent and trusting Joyful and ever present to moments as they arise My Dreams are real
I can feel them, touch them The doubts creep in, but I'm learning to mistrust them Having a vision, following through the most challenging and rewarding thing to do So I take baby steps, one by one I walk towards my future Remaining present Past and future are one For time is a spiral and its all-ready real Choosing my thoughts wisely, I go by feel I do what feels good! I do what feels right! Following my quiet yearnings, Dreaming not only in the night! Wise elder,
I seek your council Teach me in the ways of stillness Retreat Quiet Non-doing Stillness comes naturally now To do lists lose their usual appeal I meet resistance if my mind tries to plot, plan, and strive Dark Moon, you teach me That I am already there I am HERE in my heart, in my spirit Beauty and harmony and perfection already exist My dreams have already come true- In the spiral of time I meet them now, and I am content Step into your power
But also be weak Shine your beautiful light, But first in the darkness you must seek, Follow your heart By quieting your mind, Be utterly confused, Then walk a straight line. Life is a paradox, There is dark, there is light. Be with what is, to expand with what might. . . . Do not speak to me of transcendence,
I am of this Earth, I have come here to dance with the light and shadow, to laugh and to cry, to grow through my struggles, to love despite hate. I am of this Earth, I am here to feel and to heal, to bring balance to be humble, to be kind. Wrinkles around my eyes
(From time spent outside, smiling in the sun!) Silver hairs around my crown, Yet surrounded by a culture where the signs of age and wisdom are erased, avoided, and surgically removed What does this say about our culture? What we honor, and value? I say we respect, uplift and admire the signs of wisdom Let's honor those who have come before us, Let's redefine beauty, Embrace smile lines and hair silver like the moon. . . and not in the name of fashion or trends, but in the name of Truth Beauty and Love (just for starters) It's just that the pace is slow,
cuz I can't hurry myself to grow- I'm learning to be patient, to be kind, as I leave my old stories behind |
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