What is Asking to be Created Right Now

Right now
it's a desire to follow a trail
this tiny ribbon 
teasing its way through my brain
leaving breadcrumbs 
along a foreign path
my dreams are changing
how I feel is changing
it seems there is a treasure hunt afoot
except I haven't received the list yet
I'm a horse chomping at the bit
waiting at the starting gate
ready to run my heart out
instead, I wait
I'd like to say patiently
but there's an angst to it
the not knowing
it's starting that thing in my stomach

Poetry
Wild Heart

Stillness

Stillness at Sunset

I feel this desire for stillness today. I had difficulty sitting in meditation and yet here I am at the computer and can almost slip off into that quiet meditative state. How does one find stillness in a life-filled day? Moments. That's my only answer. 

I think of the places in my life I have found stillness or quiet when I most needed it. When I worked for a large credit union, I would take my break outside, walking around the building. It was a few moments of solitude in a long busy day. 

Listen to the Wind

Leaf in the Wind

Wind blows
whispering secrets
outside my window
Wake up, listen
there is work to be done
Watch the leaves
scampering across the grass
going to their final resting place
amidst the trees in the ravine
there they will return
to Mama Earth
there they will feed
the next generation
Feel the change in the air
no longer moist and heavy
now dry
almost a sense
of an electrical charge
clasps at my sinuses
making me aware
of every in drawn breath
Wake up 

Poetry

What is Holding Me Back

Light on horizon

What is holding me back?
Me
I am holding me back
believing the voices in my head
the nonsensical things they teach
I'm not enough
people don't like me
there's something
inherently flawed about me
people look at me and point
and laugh and know
know what, you ask
you know
i'm that one 
the one who runs away
when the going gets tough
i'm that one
the one who dresses weird
and has crazy hair
and that damned wolf's tail
swaying under my dress
i'm different

Poetry
Wild Heart

Unleash the Wild Within

Writing into the wild one 
hear the crackling
walls falling
popping of old structures
burning to the ground
Long deep throaty hollers
Wild - running free
swirling, oh the swirling
round and round and round
until I fall down laughing
out loud and free
Ha, that's it
the times I feel like getting in a car
and leaving, driving down the road
ending wherever I land
It's the wild one saying
I've had enough
No more of this restrained perfection
Let go of the fucking perfection

Poetry
Wild Heart

Healing - How do You Heal?

Healing
layers upon layers
rising above the waters
falling back down
spinning in circles
always motion
sometimes swimming backwards
on occasion peaking
above the clouds
Healing
it's a journey
a choice to move forward
a letting go
a picking up
turning over and over
chewing on it for a while
finding its true flavor
then sending it off 
in a wisp of smoke
Healing
it's never ending
our human condition
found
only in a moment
of absolute surrender

Poetry
Wild Heart

Would You Believe Me if I Told You How Beautiful You Are

If I look into your eyes
you might see the truth
the truth about who I am
about where I've been
what I've created
If I look into your eyes
you would see a woman
tired, beaten by life
holding on 
for what, she's not sure
If I look into your eyes
tears would erupt
the tears of pain and grief
of lost opportunities
of failed attempts
If I look into your eyes
and still saw love
the tears would flow
in unending rivers
washing the debris away
If I look into your eyes

Poetry
Wild Heart

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