Poetry addressing Heart Chakra
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 never saw you coming. So familiar our gaze, your voice and my respect for you. And with your invitation, your honesty, and my complete trust – you unwrapped me. And as if waiting a lifetime for this very moment, my ribbons dropped to the floor in unison. Shaking. Flowing. You lead and I followed. …
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. …
I can’t tell where it exactly resides. Somewhere between my throat and heart, right of center. I can’t really describe the feeling accurately. Is it a thump of a drum? A pill caught in my throat? It doesn’t exactly start or end. It’s more like a sound with physical attributes that intensify irregularly with hums …
Primal sacred places come from such mind blowing devastation. How can that be, when we can so easily access these places and enjoy their bounty birthed of scars and cycles of resurrection that miraculously transpired over thousands of years? I come to you. Viewing the layers and altitudes of carved rock cliffs, botanical gardens, and …
