What Are The Truths Of Your Holy Body

she feels the wholeness of all things
she knows the pure joy of surrender
abused from the start
cared for on occasion
she continues on
she yearns for the lithe state
flexibility, movement, freedom
she feels things
she is the connection
to all that is
This holy body
holds the memories
of all that has passed
she's ready to release
surrender to the ecstasy and delight
feet grounded in the deep earth
arms spread in invitation
showers raining down
washing her clean

Poetry
Wild Heart

What Truth Would You Tell

Path at sunset

The only truth I know-
you can love
with all your heart
you can guide
gently or firmly
you can build
from the ground up
molding and nurturing
or slapping into shape
but in the end
you can't force another
to love themselves
to find value in being on this earth
you can't force them
to live life your way
you can tell them every day
how much you love them
but in the end
they have their own journey
their own road to walk
for better or worse
it's not up to you

Poetry
Wild Heart
Wisdom

Who Were You Then

The small child
impish grin and twinkling eyes
quietly underfoot
small among the giants
The girl
who believed the boy
"you step off those stairs
I'll kill you"
The teenager
trying to fit in
but you have to choose
wild partier or smart studious one
The young woman
still feeling small
in a big girl body
pretending to be all grown up
The mom
being a wife first
letting them call the shots
but just wanting to play with her babes
The woman

Poetry
Wild Heart

Where Did It Begin

A tiny seed of thought
not even conscious
just a little niggling feeling
something was changing
take notice
and I'm on the slippery slope
to nowhere, everywhere, anywhere
I try to hold back
brace myself against the sliding
I want answers
I want to know where
and how and why
but there are no answers
just this damned sliding
into the abyss

Photo credit: Jason Williard (1983-2016)

Poetry
Wild Heart

What is the Moment That Changed Everything

I've been looking at my life lately, digging for the moments when my soul reached out and tried to move me in a different direction. There are many. Some small, almost insignificant. Some brutally painful, causing a rending of self and a searching for answers. But when I consider one moment that everything changed, I remember this.

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