Deep currents rise
Spilling over my skin’s shores
I am asked to put down the sword with imperfectly sharpened edges
Laying it to rest and
Soften with grace’s tide
Standing perfectly in
Our own truth
The only sword we ever needed.
-Written 7/30/2015 on Guru Purnima by Elizabeth Farrell
In my personal life, I am working on softening. I am working on letting go of the warrior-self I had created for protection that allowed me to work in challenging environments, and experience difficult life happenings. When we surrender our identity-created selves, we can then step into our own beautiful truth bringing a sense of completeness to our being.
May we all be warriors of light, love, and peace.
Sunbeam cracked river beds
Green bursts of life emerge through
Water graves rest below my bare feet
Ancient streams and rivers
Run to ocean’s heaven.
There is a hawk that lives in a tree by my house. It is a frequent visitor. I see this as pure magic. This poem is inspired by my hawk-friend.
over and over again
our wings take flight
woven in wisdom
our wings carry echoes
of how we have left our other self in pieces to rest
how we have lifted our heavy wings
Lately, retreating inwards feels right. So much has happened, and the quiet heals me. I have been feeling silent like this feather, which is one of many I have found along the way. My feathers are now scattered in my front yard. I released them and their stories into the wind. How do you hold onto something that was meant to fly and be light?
I wrote this poem for an old friend. It came out of the silence I have been craving and needing.
lit with heaven light
The horizon ebbs
like a quiet river
waking a constant presence
like a quiet mantra for hope spun in gold.
Orchids glance sky bound
wishing to be seen
goldenrod flowers fall from green tendrils
like an untold story
morph into blue neon wind
meets my eyes
A new poem before I depart to Costa Rica for vacation.
nestling in your womb like
an atlas of unknown
births quietly waiting to
burst into life.