Friday, January 25, 2019

I Am Ready





I was you.
I embodied you today
and was you once again.

I was scooping up the sludge
watching it pour and plop
back into the swamp
feeling lonely,
hopeless,
resigned.



The trees hovered protectively above
enclosing my space 
with the desire
to alleviate isolation.
I could feel that kindness.

Then they came,
Mother
Seductress
Guide.

Mother was on my right,
pulling me into her arms,
rocking me,
stroking my hair,
whispering in my ear,
“Ive got you.”

Seductress was on my left,
her hand resting on my arm.
I was staring at her in awe,
slightly intimidated
and she boldly said,
“You are pure.”
She had such power and grace.
“I am you. You are me.” She said
and she showed me
how I would grow and stand in her shoes
powerful and beautiful.

Guide stood behind me, her hands spread,
her gown flowing around us.
Her peace, strength and confidence enclosed us.
She did not speak.
She infused us.

My head lifted.
My chest swelled.
My spine rose with her presence.

Mother and Seductress lifted me.
Hands in mine, 
hands on my elbows, 
hands on my back
as the muck and sludge dissipated
from my hair, skin and dress.

The four of us rose 
onto illumined stairs
and I felt such joy and excitement.

Oh but I didn’t want to lose what I was leaving behind in the swamp!
I hesitated.

Mother, Seductress, Guide
with their hands and eyes
resting on me,
encouraged me that
it would be okay.
It was time.
I looked up at them surrounding me,
and I felt cared for,
attended to,
hopeful.

I do not know where these stairs will lead.
But I am ready.

2 comments:

kelpiemeadow said...

Receptivity to
the sacred guide
the mysterious isolation
that coats like tar and stagnant mud pie filling

i am honored to see to
witness
you.

the poetry of your
different ways of being
bringing you profound vision
is a place where i invite myself to
understand first hand...

your power is
the perception and love you give to
those you love with all of your love
you can feel that in your blood and your marrow
you can swell with that,
you witnessing you.

you are wondrous not just
wonderful but full of wonder
beloved priestess of your own making
it is not selfish for your heart to feel
tendrils of tenderness while your stomach feels
the discomfort of the light shining from within to reach proudly
toward the gentle twirling vines of relief when
the heat of the spotlight of doting
can serve as the
hearth fire, softening the
burning cold of neglect
being seen and believing you are seen by your inner mother
the mother that loves her children
the mother who loves her husband
the mother that fights for
her children with perception, wit, and wisdom
can love herself with
the same belief and
that is magical

Jenny said...

Can you believe I just now saw this?? Five years later?!!
I don't remember getting a notification about a comment, but I felt drawn today to this old blog and there you were. I love you so much, My Friend!! Thank you for your heart.