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