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
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.
And forcefully pushes
His head against my hand,
Knocking the phone out of my grasp
And onto the floor.
He has his way of
Reminding me where
The real world are
Steadfast and true.
The longest ache.
Tears form in the corner of my eyes when
I remember the magic i felt,
The beauty I witnessed.
And I remember wiping
The red dust from my cheeks
So long ago.
The joy and the wonder a new sight can
The souls one meets that love a song.
I did not believe.
It was another life now
And then another
And here I am still in wonder.
The longest ache sears through my veins.
The yearning remains.
The ancient beats within my heart reverberate
Through time unseen in synchronization with those who came before
And those yet to come.
When you sit with yourself
And follow the limb
To the very root of your
Anger, your sadness
You will find
Your own eyes gazing
Back at you,
And if you allow yourself to
You will see love.
*I wrote this in 2016. Like most writers, I have pages and pages of notes, memories and musings never shared.*