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The Time is Near

Angel heart

The time is near when you will hear the whisper
when you will heed the song
when you will throw your pretense to the sky
and let you heart wander free

free to release the stirrings inside
hold them in peace and give them light to grow

free to open to the connection
that is your birthright,  your Divine gift
your alter to the Source of unconditional love
you can’ t lose it, it’s inside you

The time is near when you will feel,
allow yourself to be cut in order to experience the light
instead of always running into the arms of darkness
trying to numb out the lightest sting

One day you will call on us
and we will be your heavenly beacon
your burning light of refuge
as you make your way through this life

The time is near
The time is near

©SpiritLed 2014


Heartsong

Bedroom with moonlight and smoke

Twilight sparkles in violet eyes
that gaze upon a star-filled night
ponder the vastness of the world in view
questions if there is any more in this lifetime or the next

Moonbeams shower illustrious glory
a worried mind with hopes for tomorrow
soaks in the rays, feels the loving arms
of those gone before,
soothing lullabies for an ancient generation
raise laughter to the sky

Through thick and thin
disaster and delight
she takes the moon to be her partner,
her loving mistress of the night
who fuels her warrior spirit
and fills her with the courage to face each day
to know and recognize
that the pounding,  fleshy organ in her chest
brings life not from its incessant beating
but from its unending capacity
to hold us all within its crimson chamber

©SpiritLed 2014


Weekend Getaway

Scared, not sure of safety

Knots in her chest of wanting to know if this was okay

Taking deep breaths because she had known him what seemed like her whole life.

Excitement filled her mind when he pulled up and all fear left her mind because protection kicked right in. Have someone treat you the same was the gift that was priceless

Nice weekend, nice adventure and a smile she hasn’t had in years was all worth it to have the love of your life just for new memories.

Yesterday


Lakshmi’s Hope

Lakshmi

Lakshmi’s outstretched arms
promise wealth, love, liberation,
and the life that brings great meaning

This hope, engendered from the core of
ancient connection, gives rise to
swirling rooftop fantasies
that four arms provide a proper parachute,
a prescription against aspiration landing –
splat
on the concrete below

©SpiritLed 2014


Nana with Rose Petal Tears

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Rose petals, like teardrops,
fall softly to my kitchen counter,
surround the vase where the wilted flowers
droop their heads in reverence to the
stooping, plucking, pruning

of Nana tending to her roses
crouching in her gardening shorts,
as I play in the field behind her house,
searching for rabbits’ nests and pulling out
my dollhouse to set up in the quiet patio shade,

of Nana sweet and fragrant as the roses
that she tended, bare legs exposed, a rebel
of a time when women wore only skirts and hosiery,
bustling about in her slippers and shorts,
cultivating an escape from everyday life

of Nana’s hair, soft between my fingertips,
like rose petals, as she lies in bed, life gradually
slipping through grasping hands, ice chips, greeting
cards, and tear-soaked tissues encircling roses
on the bedside table

of my Nana who never cried, at least not that I
can remember, but if she had, I know her tears would be
rose petals, cascading between dreams and
backyard memories, sweetly-scented and multi-hued,
formed together into one final bloom

©SpiritLed 2014


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The Healing Parts

The healing parts are mighty and wild,
careening through the dark mind,
simultaneously passive and angry,
they take you over, consume your soul.

They hunger for affection, else they grow
a life of their own, they thrive on tenderness,
else they join together to conquer
their demons with your pain.

The healing parts want to survive,
as the soul writhing in the night.
They are displaced and dissociated,
and only love returns them home,
validation of their realness,
so they may quench their fires,
no longer reduce you to ashes from the
inside out.

The healing parts are us,
and we, them. We are the parts
we buried deep so long ago, the voice
silenced and the voice raging, the broken, fragile,
lonely, fearful, hurting, hating parts.  We are healing
and we are real.

©SpiritLed 2014


Just be….

just-be

 

Together for a lifetime
blinded by reality
escaped years of unhappiness
never far from my heart.
when things got bad she tried to turn to you
but just like before it was never the right time
and you were always to busy.
Never knew how precious life was until it was almost taken away
and that lifetime had so much going on he couldn’t make a pit-stop.
Escaping the pain and ended back at the place she never wanted to be
she wasn’t welcomed.
It’s easy to go back to what’s familiar but the problem with that if nothing was ever resolved you’re going to be on that same page where you left off at.
As much as you think this is the person that knows you so well you just need to feel safe and secure and that was the one place but for the first time you felt out-of-place like you were in a world where he made everything yours but it was at the wrong time.
She still tells him everything

He still tells her most things

built it’s not the same
and it’s never going to be a lifetime again
because that page was never discussed, ripped out or re-written
to know if something could be rebuilt.
Always and Forever,
he will always be
just be…….
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