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Patience

Patience poem over photo of white blossoms
Release my hand from the bud
To let the petals open
Breathing through
The patience of blossoming
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Poems

I Am Home

Beloved Chasms

Silent Maze

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Waterfall

Creator, Caretaker

Distance of the Fire Season

Rhythm

Flip Flop of Shores

Poetry in my Mouth

Autumnal Temple

Hilltop Lunar Spirits

Void Walker

Sisters of the Sky

Equinox

Into the Marrow

Alive

When There Weren’t Orange Groves

Gossamer Daydreams

Gods of Hearth and Home

A Bow is a Knot

Another Way

Drown in Devotion

She Paints

Always You

Winter Heat

Language of the Birds

Crone

Slip Away

Still Life

A Woodland Teaching

Patience

Born Between Breaths

Break to Open

Swim

Down to Ground

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I Am Home They taught me to be alone That my ref I Am Home They taught me to be alone That my reflected eyes Know how to hold me in compassion Through the cool glass of a mirror That my own arms Could wrap around my ribs Gripping the bones of my shoulders As I unconsciously rock my body To some forgotten and trusted rhythm That my voice could murmur so quietly From the depths within my throat Sounding through the soft static in my ears Where only I could hear these susurrations Vibrating through my inner spirals Yet, too many times I left this place To escape annihilation That I became it myself Lost to my own survival Return me to my body Each toe touching into the trust Of earth and ground Each breath opening my chest To the consistency of the movement Between time and stillness Each finger holding my face up To shine in the steady warmth Of the sun dutifully returning each morning I find this home within me I create this and find it has always been I fall to me knees in humble gratitude Knowing that love and a gentle holding Are always within me #SoulCommuning #SomaticPoetry #EmbodiedPoetry #EmbodimentPoetry #SoulWork #TraumaWork #dissacociation #polyvagaltheory #groundingpoetry #nervoussystemregulation #nervoussystemhealing #MysticPoetry #PersonalIntamacy #CreatingSafety #SelfLove #SelfLovePoetry
Beloved Chasms It’s the lessons of grief That se Beloved Chasms It’s the lessons of grief That seek to allow an openness to love The mourning mother whose whelming heart floods Well beyond the reach of her empty arms As she grasps at piled earth and open air Where her fingertips once brushed stray strands out of eyes Tucked the tendrils back behind ears As though she was tucking each hair snuggly into bed at night How does she do that now Where does she channel her endless devotion Where this abyss now stands In shadowed reflection Don’t turn away Don’t recoil There is a forever to be loved here Even in this inevitable impermanence The blood spills Ephemeral The heart beats Even after it has bled out Eternal We never stop loving Grief is the learning of where to put that love Once our beloved has changed, moved, died No longer receiving our love as they once did The outpouring must be known As an endless river Unable to be held back by dams It must flow Where are your dry river beds Pour out into the hollows and valleys Love into the gaping void that remains Find the eternity of love in this way And I know My beloved may Leave Die Change So might I And still I know Once I love It is forever It flows through My open hands My open heart And overflows From these beloved chasms #SoulCommuning #Poetry #GriefPoetry #LossPoetry #MysticPoetry #Eternity #Forever #VoidWork
Silent Maze All of my passions come landing here Silent Maze All of my passions come landing here Muted In the soft whisper of finger tips tracing along The hollows of cheekbones The bowing ridge of brows My soul unfolding into another’s Piercing fixed gaze My feathered pneuma Is traveling like a flighted bird Into those ocular portals In through a house of turning corridors And doors around corners It’s following the coolness of a draft Through blind turns These thumping wings just a whisper Quiet Where can such passions set down gently When even delicate avian claws Seek to sink in #SoulCommuning #Poetry #poetrycommunity #SoulPoetry
I dug under the town’s cobblestone streets Beneath I dug under the town’s cobblestone streets Beneath the sidewalks where children ran laughing Into a toy shore shaped like the dollhouse That my mother gave away And I found the names I lost Carved into marble and stone So many faded plastic flowers Showing that even feigned nature Submits to the passage of time And that all remains In some othered way #SoulCommuning #Poetry #SoulJourney #soulpoetry
Waterfall When I was so far from the sea I asked Waterfall When I was so far from the sea I asked her for her rhythm of water upon rocks She brought me to a roaring waterfall The steady torrent Of unyielding water Over ancient striations of stone Sound thundering in my ears I asked her, where is the rhythm in this overwhelming deluge And she patiently sat with me First, there is the one you know you are seeking So quiet beneath the flowing tumult Notice it softly on the rugged banks How the currents lap against the shale This is the pulsing rhythm of your heart and breath Next, feel the vibration from the ground in your feet So vigorous in its energies See how the nearby leaves tremble on the shuddering tree branches How the plunging water reverberates both in earth and air This is the resonating rhythm of your spirit and your soul Last, come here again over the days, months, and years So much changing for you both Watch how the outpouring surges in the heaving of storms How the flows grow cold and still in the dark of winter This is circular rhythm of your birth, seasons, and death I share all of this, that you might harken to the cycles of all things #SoulCommuning #Poem #Poetry #NaturePoetry #Waterfall #Rhythms #cycles #seasonspoetry #Water
Creator, Caretaker For all my love of the wilds I Creator, Caretaker For all my love of the wilds I keep returning to the gardens Where human hands have touched at nature With the creative imagination of God Someone stood here through the seasons Watched the sun move through summer and winter Placed their fingers in the soil To feel the water there To ask the earth What beauty can I plant here What will thrive Someone had to choose What to cut back for new growth What to allow to go to seed Someone called a living thing Weed And pulled it up by the roots A total death To make space for life Someone was a caretaker of creation That was once me How I was called to listen so deeply To rest in my patience And feels the earth's voice guiding me #SoulCommuning #NaturePoetry #Gardening #Creativity #Poetry #Poem #NatureLover
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