There are people who remind you of the past not to heal
But to keep the hate alive because if they keep Us divided with constant reminders that we Should hate each other, they keep the power.
When we release these old beliefs they lose Power over us,
Over preconceived notion’s,
Over ties that bind and where we put our energy.
To keep us on repeat,
To keep us hardened and separate feeds the Drama and feeds the illusion that we cannot move past the past,
But we can.
We can learn to love more.
It is in our mind set and our hearts when we are ready.
For all of this is a choice we make every Morning as we rise to open new doors,
To toil the soil,
To plant, grow and tend to new seeds in this garden.
We can create anew every single moment
What am I supposed to do?
My little heart is searching
For a simple smile or two.
My little hands can’t fix it,
That’s what band aides
Whatever has come and gone,
This little girl
Her Momma and Daddy
The gun was fired.
Daddy doesn’t know what went wrong.
Seems they thought they were all grown up
When they were only playing house
Fill in a couple of bullet holes.
Pretend they are all gone.
We’ll keep singing your pretty song.
Daddy holds on to the past,
Momma’s drinking makes it last.
Once the gun was smoking
We were left holding
Illusions in the air.
*originally published December 2013
Trying to release regrets;
Embrace with grace all of the beauty that has come.
I think i have hung on long enough to the Ugly Feelings.
“You always get better,
it always passes,”
I tell myself
As I tuck myself into bed.
Become stillness as all given of you
Flows through you.
Desired from anyone.
As what you give flows unencumbered
The receivers are
Free as well.
And you continue to be
Free flowing in stillness.
Never a need to refill for you are
Free flowing through atoms and cells.
And I never want to
Hurt like that again
I have been fearful,
So very afraid.
And I hesitate, my feet placed lightly
As I hold my breath before
Pressing forward completely;
Eyes wide open,
Telling my tears to stay tucked away,
Wait a little longer.
It is not in my head nor irrational
For those things did happen leaving bruises on heart on skin,
Not happening merely once or twice.
Over and over.
In psyche I go deep.
Begin once again.
One step forward and breath.
Wait and observe, Listen and feel.
Muscles coiled around heart ready to retreat.
Consciously release tension;
Release grip on self.
Exhaustion sets in every muscle.
Replenish heart and mind
And begin again
With tomorrow’s sunrise.
Beauty and joy seep into depths slowly and lovingly
Sweet dreams start to outnumber nightmares.
Ever so tenderly reanimating hope.
Art answers to no one.
It is untod;
Natural when we release all
That have taken root
Just like love.
It is a wonderful thing
To throw the windows open in spring
And look upon the world.
I stand still and welcome the air
Saturate my skin.
The morning dew is winking at me
And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.
“ Come play, come play”
Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,
So out i go.
And my mind eases
And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones
Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.
Lifting my gaze to the sky
And closing my eyes,
Humming softly to myself
I am free.