Category: Poems

Birthing the Goddess Within

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Birthing the Goddess Within

Binah, I dive your depths to awaken form
bring forth your fertile sea and fill my womb

the goddess quickens inside. I feel the tickle
of fingers groping for words in darkness

a body holding the universe waits for conception
Dion writes, “All things cohere in the tongue

which is concealed in the mother.” Understanding
begets wisdom and the path opens to receive

love in all its glory. A mercy of strength breaks
the hold of fear and the walls collapse to birth

Truth

Paddle boarding

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Paddle boarding

They say Jesus walked on water

but today I am Isis on the Nile

Queen of Ra whose radiant fingers

splay the shadow of form into beautiful

Medusa stirring Poseidon’s passion

into the weightless ecstasy of light

About this poem…I really wanted to include a photograph, but alas I have yet to venture out onto a paddle board with a camera. I was inspired to write this poem while observing the reflection, or rather, absorption of my shadowed form upon the water. The way both the water and the light had captured my form and transformed it, recreating it into a weightless goddess of light. It is quite mesmerizing to watch the play of light and water upon one’s shadow.

The Body Beneath

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The Body Beneath

The words sound like she is falling

apart, but she is coming together. Rebirth

is not measured in months. 9

years ago her body was a volcano

erupting with night to release repression

Dreams dwell in darkness more easily than light

and the voice that calls out to Truth must breach

the cloak that binds. She is a human

awakening through layers, shedding

the heavy garments of deception

while the body beneath blooms light

The Dreamer

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The Dreamer

A self undefined, she follows the moon

pulling the tide into the ocean of her neck

to spill a blue rhythm that caresses the folded

notes of voice

Can you hear her heart song

rising through fear? It is drumming

Truth into a rainbow bridge

climbing scales back to the heights of Self

past clouds that offer rain

 to the Sun that gleams

in her belly, now radiant

How can you not see her brilliance?

An Unintentional Gift

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An Unintentional Gift

24 hours after you left

my glands began to swell

in a line traced by fingers

my throat was his page

pressed like a vice in anger

5 days later I feel the imprint of words

still waiting for release. Your stitches

triggered memories of suffocation

a girl trapped inside truth

unspoken becomes an unstoppable

force

The Dragonfly’s Song

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The Dragonfly’s Song

A brief life of beauty

by your time, yet

I drink often from the pool of joy

where I lived in the shallows

a colorless nymph

overlooked by most, feared by a few

for my primitive form

I grew used to density

The murky depths

of transformation

requires stillness

the body in stasis

on the outside only

Emergence appears fragile

leaving the old behind takes time

but for those who can wait

magic unfurls in winged

cathedrals to the sun

and the sky opens in a union

of love for all willing to fly

beyond fear

A Return to Self

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A Return to Self

With each inhale

I take my breath back

Mother, I am a daughter 

of Earth and the Divine

Source that is Love

Therefore, I am Love

Mother, with each inhale

I take my breath back

and my body becomes 

a  sacred vessel for Joy

Strength, Truth

and the infinite Beauty

of Love 

Mother, with each inhale

I take my breath back

and release your fears

The Body’s Reply

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The Body’s Reply

You see, Child of the Mind
I cannot lie

When you let go of constriction
I follow the moon-tide

Old blood releases
to return Her light

Whoever said the moon is man
lies to hold fear in thrall

Enchantment is a misunderstood
power of denial

The magic to being
is coded in every cell I hold

When you divide anger with forgiveness
you receive abundance

I play by simple math

The product of tolerance
minus hate is love

These rules you have created
only impede our growth

Would you starve a child if you knew
she lived inside the hunger of your heart?

Give her the breath you trap
it is enough to feed her

To understand infinity free the wings
you have tied behind my back

Reunion is simple addition
after you learn the rules of subtraction

Reuion
Reunion

Healing a Voice Silenced

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Healing a Voice Silenced

She asked me how I was doing

honestly, I didn’t know. The body

plays tricks on the mind. The tight

throat triggers memories of chocking

words. But they are coming easier

flowing beyond constriction

into the limitless space of Truth

Flowing Beyond Constriction
Flowing Beyond Constriction

Drawing the Enneagram #esotericpoetry #enneagram #spiritualpoetry

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I wrote this poem rather quickly, in one sitting, letting the words flow through onto the screen as I typed. I have been in a bit of a writer’s rut these days, and I thank Sue Vincent  for nominating me for a daily poetry writing challenge on Facebook. This has stirred the latent creativity back to life, somewhat, and I am grateful for that.  I’m sharing this one, today’s, because it is metaphysically inspired.

Drawing the Enneagram

After I finish my third

I want to add colors to the distorted

shapes I’ve created, thinking about fear

She told me it shatters the spectrum

of the body, lodges

light behind shadows

to find a home inside darkness

I have found splinters

in unexpected places

The child who slipped

into the pool of joy

for a moment and forgot

about the well in the forest

is living in my lower breast

below the plate of armor

in a sliver of blue truth

Shall I place her in the middle

and spread the rainbow

around her? He never built her

the swing-set, it still festers

in the gray matter of my mind

with conditional love

 4 cuts a path to 1, bisecting 9

and 8 to get to 7. My eye lingers

in the space between 5 and 6

even though I wore the number

13 last night in my dreams

on a magenta shirt. My other father

wanted me to change its design

but didn’t want to pay the cost it would take

Typical

So I refused, and the shark

in the water became a hippo

leading me to land, where I ran

until I looked back and laughed

myself awake

My Enneagram
My Enneagram with a Sliver of Blue