a work in progress perhaps no one should be for to simply be oneself should happen effortlessly it would seem
it’s work for me though to attempt to undo the disease seeds enemy-planted deep that choke the bloom
contaminating the roots robbing nutrients always pulling at upward movement
i grow my colors lift my face to the sun drink the falling waters offer pollen to everyone
yet i keep coming undone keep feeling invisible tugs
so i work to break free from that which i cannot see that has this grip on me
and little by little with each sinless absolution i sense each time another parasitical root is loosened
directly by my higher power and the words sinking in from finally believing my true-lover
feeling lighter is the way to the self i have begun to realize
to remove the shackles of the world and psyche to return the soul to the sky
Hilltop
It’s true, I’m blooming. I hope you can see: I am blossoming because your love has been seeded in me, and upward is the only direction I can go when these internal whispers of yours hush the world so ours are the only voices I hear when the storms return raging from those traumatic years. Time need not be turned back: unraveling these knots of old patterns, we’re perfecting with practice. I will do more than hold on for with your patience, I am remembering more quickly that this is the present, and I am nestled safely in the nearness of you upon the hillside with the endless view of anywhere I wish to go whilst bringing with me my found, forever home.
A sojourn among the wildflowers is what my soul needs in regular doses, down low among the “weeds”
where time does not stand still, but the world does, for nothing exists in the moment except for us,
and no greater beauty can there be than in the nonmanhandled, outside-the-garden-lines seed that blooms so gracefully, silently defying, yet exuding pure peace;
that peace transfers into my essence as I listen with my soul to the whispered sapience,
no lesson or story captivates my interest more than what the petals transmit,
and to think how often it goes unnoticed – underfoot, sole-crushed, disregarded – the natural therapy for inner balance.
If you happen to have the interest, I’ll share with you what was imparted on this Tuesday morning in my own backyard during my daily sojourn
among the wildflowers….
I wish to simply be the color in your gray, to open your heart to seeing every season has new days, and there always exists little blessings sent personally your way…
We all at times lose focus as the world becomes tear-blurred; that’s why we were given each other to lean on, lend strength, stay near.
When we get closer through the growing trust, we become less guarded and show the rest of us, the complexities, the other ways through the protective shield, the scars, the webs, the truths,
and we find, though all unique, we are the same in our sufferings,
made so we take turns with it, return to the circle of falls and lifts.
I am here to share my hues, overflowing now, but once like you.
And when you come into fuller bloom, pay it forward so others may too become imbued.
Some were built for height, some false with imitation bark, some ill-fated by others’ fires, some have witnessed the sparks.
The dark, the light, rotates and falls upon each equally. Some were meant to sky-reach. Some use the sun’s love to bloom in delicate and fleeting beauty.
At the feet of giant trees, with whom I have always felt most rooted, in white lace and ray’s kiss still fresh on my crown, I have never been so at peace with who I’ve found I’ve always been.
Unfurl your light,
one ray at a time,
no hurry,
for there are plenty
of cloudy days and
star-inspired nights
to regroup strength
in between
the seasons and petals
and dreams.
Keep tenderly nurturing
that inner glowing seed;
no need to even reach
your full potential
this spring –
the journey is in the growing
and the courage developing
to achieve
all you were designed to be:
simply you, bloomed
into belief of your
beauty.