Poetry is breath, blood, bone,
scriptures, curses, rhythm vowels
angles, curves and purpose. —devorah major
Poetry is medicine. Our bones hold our stories. Every time I allow a poem to come through in response to living in the question it does a work on the body. The living, breathing work of sacred words are alchemy to the very blood that runs through our veins .
I wrote this poem below a few years ago after a release of a very ancient pattern and creating a new story in me. I think we discover new layers after we think we've shed all of them ...they seem to get lighter and easier to move through more quickly especially when I use personal poetry to move and transform. As my dear teacher says, "our bones hold our stories,” the poetry goes bone deep and helps us to reweave anew 🙏🏼
I am looking in on her
and for the first time
all of my cells have a voice
every part of my body and soul
is present for this holding .
There is a way
of having your own back
backing your own being
from the inside out
we look to others to provide this shelter
and the widest witness to our vastness
is our own true nature .
Unleash these eyes
that see from the back side of the heart
that hear from the inside of the skin
that feel through the marrow in the bones
this breath that breathes us into being .
And just from being seen in this way
you melt into the deep belonging pool of your existence
where the edges of your soul
dance in the moonlight
as your inner world lays a symphony
for the ground beneath you
You are greeting all the parts of your being for the very first time
from this summit of grace
this viewpoint of grand presence
where every part of you sings
and melts into the sun
What are the limits
from this mountain peak
there are no edges to soften
as you have become the river .
The current of hums that calls you forth
reminding you of the ancient ways
to this holy size
One of the things I really struggle with is making sure that I “document” this for FB, IG, the newsletter whatever. (I am not the best at it).
Making sure that this moment is able to be shared with all of you, and I am very grateful that today with all of the apps and things we have, that we are able to do that, to be “connected” -it amazes me constantly.
The other side of that, is I have a daily sitting practice, in which I attempt (over and over and over and over) to bring my attention to my breath in this present moment. (I am not the best at it)
@mindful_life_program has shared with me, this is the only moment I will have, this precious moment will never come again.. As for me with most things in my life, this is finding a balance, finding the way to be the most present I can be, while being able to preserve the present to be able to gift it you later.
To be able to be with my moment, fully in the moment, and yet “saving” the moment to share later. 💚🌱💚
Don’t be αfrαιd to distance yourself from єνєrуσиє + єνєrутнιиg and rєcσυρ. Sort out your тнσυgнтѕ, listen to your нєαrт. вrєαтнє. Read a вσσк. Write about how much your ℓιfє sucked — then write about how much you can’t wait to see the ρσѕιтινє cнαиgєѕ 👏🏾✨ Relearn уσυrѕєℓf. Accept all the hurt you’ve been through. Fσrgινє anyone and everyone who’s hurt you. Even if that means doing it ωιтнιи, and never physically or verbally reaching out. Let gσ & rejuvenate. Take a step away from cнασѕ, and find ρєαcє ωιтнιи ✌🏾💕#thursdaythoughts