Poetry addressing Crown Chakra (spiritual)
There is a differenceBetween admirer and friend Lover and soul mateBoth? Chasms presenting as inchesBedrooms to stadiums Those that see, those who observeStay In judgement, admiration or need. I release to pressureDrowning in misperception Them Not the fewKnowingWho know Me.
I’m not normal. I’m exceptional. Not in the ways most are measured, by themselves or others. I’m exceptional in how I measure myself. I fail where others see success. I succeed where others see failure. But most of all – I’m exceptional in my desire to uncover and honor me.
He falls apart differently than me. When I’m dropped by the world at large,or the effects of my undoing,I fall deep into the earth’s core. Bottomless as much as it is endless.I reach my destination of damp darkness in my cavernous chest.Hovering to numbness until I catch that glimmer of light high above me.My feet …
I don’t know how you found me. Or if you were given to me. Everyone else passed. Even when they never left. Ridiculed. Diagnosed. Sidelined. You, however, paused to stop; taking. No, making the time, to enter my interior. Through my exterior. You saw flowers in my weeds. Courage in my foundation, and inspiration through …
I will always feel more than most, but I am not unique. I will never know who named me, but I am not nameless. I will always stumble and fall, but I am still standing.
If I were spirit and nature itself, I would float a lazy river, half in, half out; hypnotized by the canopy of leaves and birds dancing overhead. Light shifting and sparkling with the wind. Composer and performer in play. Eddying in each moment, aware only of a bird’s call or warm current that catches me …
I don’t know when it began, this lifetime or past. But this time, my memory and heart warmed upon our first introduction. A friend, a lover, I knew not. So so long ago, I found myself missing you as our eyes and voices first infused. Odd. Please, I said. Take a seat. Tell me our …
It was in a Hawaiian ocean that I first felt your power and presence. I had come to you for me, running into you as my heaven and earth. You took my breath away – and embraced my entire body with your smooth salty lips. As the salt waters caressed my heart and creative currents …
I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking – consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. …
Black, yellow, purple and brown. Signs of death and decay. Proof of life, and the impact of pushing oneself too far in the pursuit of joy and excellence. You bruise still. Sometimes the result of others. Just as many caused by your own doing. You bruise still. Seeing them makes it more real. Evidence of …
