loss

Deep inside my heart
the memories dance with life
as if I've traveled past those times
but they remain unchanged
They call to me sometimes
and lure me into longing
I am left wanting to return
to reunite with love
with security
with those ghosts of my past
that lie dormant mostly
but rise on rainy mornings
to remind me of their presence
As far as I have drifted
I will never be free
of all I've passed along the way

mother

So far from your warm cocoon
I find myself still searching for a way back
You are not the same to me anymore
Humanness has penetrated my blindness
Denial has served as protection
from the stark reality of harsh judgments and selfish expectations
What is a mother?
I find them now in the world
Some far better for me than even the one from whence I came
How can it be
that time has created a rift between us
A rift that caused me to see
To feel separated
Abandoned
I floated along for a while
before I found another
She was nurturing and protective
She lifted me up from the cold floor
on which I laid for years
stricken with heartache
haunted by secret beliefs of unworthiness
She picked me up in her arms
Her voice like a blanket she whispered
you're safe now, I've got you
I lifted my defeated head to see
she was me

serpent

there is an undercurrent of pent up rage
that runs deep within our society
building pressure
seeping the steam of violent despair
do we continue on in blindness
denial
of the existence of this growing monster
collecting it's reasons
coveting it's ammunition
waiting anxiously with pulsing erratic ism
what will it take for us to awaken
to the deep cries for healing
that can be heard
if you listen closely
from those all around us
to what tune do we march
do we even know
but yet we march
turning the wheels that feed this monster
this monster whose purpose will be
to consume us all

let us break through the hardened ground beneath us
and allow the golden molten river of love
to sooth the beast that swells

let us trust the truth that reveals itself to us
at those moments of authenticity
the truth that we know deep within our beings
of what is right
of what to do
a great rousing of spirit is in the air
give yourself to the wind that calls us all
into action

Mujer

What makes me a woman?
Is it the way I walk
or speak softly a sexual lullaby?
It could be my dress
or the way my stockings tummy tuck my secrets.

What makes you want me?
My face?
My tits?
The perfectly placed lipstick that comes off if all goes well?


What will sustain you?
My fading beauty
or my growing heart?
My coy way
or my honest revelation?

What do you see when you look at me?

I sometimes feel that I am lacking
when I don't want to be seen through that gaze.
Am I incompetent?

Do I surrender my authenticity to please you,
playing on the desperate need to be loved
that pulsates at the core of my being?

How do I know when I have given it away already?

The sadness that lives within the heart of woman
of knowing that at times she is not loved for who she is
but
for how she meets the criteria of the illusion placed on her
is deep
and
gave birth to a movement of strong women fighting for their freedom.

Did we scare you?
Did we even succeed?

Who will love me now?

pendulum

When ambition hibernates and all that remains are deflated ideas,
One wonders if any pursuit is worth the trouble.
Either way I end up here, in the stillness of what is today.

But, as I settle into peace and all ceases to storm around me,
I can hear and see and feel more clearly.
There is a need for us to grow into the world.

Our creativity carries the message of our souls voices.
There is love and healing and hope that ripples from our work.
If we are courageous enough to walk the path there is a chance

to awaken

blossom

the rush of energy
that electrifies my being
graces me at moments of certainty

of who i am
where i stand
and where i am growing

like the glorious song
of my fullest potential
drawing me into fruition

presence

It's not enough
that when you're here
you're wonderful

It's more about
simply
when you're here