Category: Healing
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Dolphin
Though the seas rage green, You breathe into each wave, Riding the vast, fearless, Sinking into the primordial dimensions Of creative surge With child-like wonder, Playful and joyous. Instinct seeks its tribe. Together, you are valiant in battle, Guarding and protecting Even the stranger. Your laughter, a lifeline For…
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Dark Apostle
Rising shadows of flames, dressed in deep void, I arrive to burn the bramble of your complacent life. You hide inside this clay façade, live for self in idle pleasure, slumber in this carcass of addiction and desire. I hold you down as you writhe in agony, thrive on…
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Heartfelt
Heartfelt Love is sacred energy Shared for transmutation. Give so that you may receive; Receive so that you may give. Bounty has no dam. Kindness circles back to its source, for Its path is not that of an aimless arrow Slicing the air to hit an unseen target Into the…
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Rest in Your Being
Rest in your being. Your light is ever shifting its gaze to wholeness As moods can dim what’s inward To quarter light. One cannot judge the size of the heart From dawn to dusk. You are your own moon rising and setting Over the span of hours or days.…
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Abandonment
In a couple of previous posts (February 2018), I described the time I had measles encephalitis when I was six going on seven. One of those posts includes a poem about the experience, “Hope was not a Loss”. In the other post “Measles Encephalitis”, I described the event and showed…
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Mother-Father God
I wrote this poem to celebrate and bless the new home of some dear friends, the Hensley-Crouch family.
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Grace
This poem is included in an article I wrote for Phoebe, MD: Medicine + Poetry (https://phoebemd.com/2020/03/21/grief-healing-through-poetry/). The article is based on my poetry podcast Grief: Fire and Ice (https://meelosmom.podbean.com/e/grief-fire-and-ice/). Grace the leaves have fallen and stomped to dust I am laid bare, exposed to wind my limbs, brittle, still pleading…
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To Heal
To be mindful is to heal. Stay focused and decide To be whole Though critics say no. Fear is drought To the garden. Let thoughts wander past As breeze. May you be robust, lively, and flush, Blooming to your prime As rising sun Heating the soil For rain. May you…
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Homo Sanctus Sanctus
At this time of year, when winter sets in and asks us to reflect on our lives, we may feel depressed and hopeless. This is the time of year when we face ourselves, for spiritual hibernation is required to lay the groundwork for new seed in the spring. Despair can…
Extraordinary Sunshine Weaver 