A Poem For Your Sunday Afternoon

Uncomfortably, Beautifully Human

I’m broken down

Sadness to frown

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Where am I going?

What is my knowing?

Why can’t I see?

Even as I trust serendipity

Is it as simple as trusting me?

I co-create with life

I can’t fight with strife

Because that to, is me

The experience I decided to have

To learn and grow

Sometimes to row

We must release

Everything we thought we believed

Tears down the cheeks

Signs of grief

Signs of holding on

Signs of days now gone

Where have I come from?

Where do I belong?

Inside I feel home

Outside I see home

Even through this movement

Even through this chaos

I will not waiver

From the path of my heart

Because I have at last

Learnt to surrender and listen

Forget asking for permission

Forget finding truth in the words of others

Hiding under the covers

I won’t smother you

Smother me

Sacrifice who I came here to be

Who I already am

So many chaotic waters I’ve swam

So many dead ends

So many times I’ve tried hard to blend in

So many times my tears have been received by empty space

So many times I couldn’t trace the source of the wound

The sacred rage that would scream through

I can hold space for all of you

Because I can hold space for all of me

The darkness

The intricacies

My role is to simply be

Sit in stillness and breathe

Weave with nature

Knowing I am my only saviour

The source that flows through me

The source that shows endless possibility

The source providing all I ever need

In this moment

In this Now

Because seeking more has me lost in many paths of “but how?”

Nature takes me through the cycles of my many deaths

And rebirths

Yes, it is nature reminds me of my pace

Approaching this life with seeds of grace

All I really ask for is space

To create

To serve

To soothe those who’s soul starve

From an endless seeking

I am a soul that lives as unconditional love

Maybe one day I’ll remember that this is enough

That there’s nothing more I need do

Than choose to be who I am

Until that day of full remembrance

I’ll practice

I’ll learn

I’ll grow

Choosing to live by what I know

Embracing my rivers that flow

I am a being of light

I am a bring of dark

I am everything

I am whole

I am not the roles the human wears

I’m not scared by steps that ask me to let go

Yes, I trust what I know

And what I know is not something that I can tell you

For it is not a thing devised by the mind

But a feeling as endless a time

A feeling I place into my rhymes

A feeling I see through the signs

Future me left behind

What I know is a feeling

That asks for deep healing

That asks for trust

In the stuff of dreams

Not of beliefs

No, this is pure magic

Pure beauty

I sometimes wish you could see this all of me

My depth

My simplicity

How free I feel

The knowing of what is real

That love is enough to heal

That’s why I don’t seal my lips shut

I trust that my writing holds keys

The wisdom Source whispers through me

Maybe, as we listen we discover what we seek

Maybe, as these words we speak

We remember all is not as it seems

We look behind the veil of illusion

The curtain of separation

We remember unity

Maybe, this is my way home

Remembering that as I journey, I am never alone

Both the queen who sits on her throne

And the one who kneels in awe

At the ways life closes and opens doors

Where you are both more

And what you have

I find it hard to say exactly what I mean

Everything is more than it seems

And now I deeply believe

That what I need is inside

That what I need is not hide the love that I am

Because a strand of hair

From the crescent moon bear isn’t what will save me

But remembering that I’ve always been free

Trusting in the knowing that I now see

with love,

Emma

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