Poetry

Are you like I was?

I was the webbed woman, caught up in what I thought my life should be, doing for others, never living my truth? Art and poetry, spirituality and tantra help keep me grounded and playful.

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Falling

Falling to earth

in trust

that I am loved,

that I am love.

The world spins time,

I spin stories and

webs inside myself

of protection

but they are false friends.

I let go,

surrender,

wait,

allow that all will come.

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And the ravens came to the bear,

whispered their secrets

into his open, waiting ear.

He said to the girl,

Don't run from me.

She looked at him,

curious,

head tilted to one side,

I can't run from you.

I am you.

The fear was in me

and only I can turn to face it,

only I can embrace it.

Come, he said,

You are ready and

together they passed through

the doorway of pines.

Rest

Rest,

rest deeply.

Let yourself drift on a dreamscape of your imagination.

Let go of all the

I should be doing

I ought to be

Oh no! I can't do that!

I'm expected,

the kids,

my partner expects...

Find the place where you fill your own cup

rest in the place that rebirths the essence of you.

So when you come back to the world of doing

you smile,

answer the demands with ease,

centered deep within yourself.

Reunite with the love at the heart of who you are.

Severed wings

beat uselessly

as I fall to sea

broken in pieces.

The storm petrel knows,

watches me.

The waves rise up to greet me,

'be wild', they say,

'return to us,

we will tumble you,

smooth your edges

until like a shard of glass

you see the jewel

you are.

Behind the red door lies

our unexpressed passions,

our anger,

our lust,

our greed,

jealousy and hatred,

our shadow.

Open the door allow

the suppressed emotions

to tumble at your feet,

to demand attention,

to be seen,

heard,

understood.

Behind the red door lies

your freedom,

the freedom to be yourself.

Gather your courage,

nothing is ever as fearful

as fear itself.

Let the love you are

drive the fear out.

OPEN THE DOOR

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One day, I dreamt,

one day

my day will come.

It will be my turn.

I woke decided it was here, now!

I chose me!

I spied on you from the kitchen doorway,

sleeves rolled up,

kneading bread -

as beautiful as a rainbow rising from the sea,

as beautiful as a leaf floating down from a tree.

I came up behind you,

crept my arms around your waist,

laid my head on the centre

of your broad back,

drank you in,

felt love suffuse me.

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