MUSINGS

Well, I'll Be Damned...

poetry May 21, 2024
 

When I was born, I was a wild child

My hair sprouted out of my head like lightning

I danced in the rain and walked barefoot on the earth

Inside my spirit an eternally lit hearth

A wildfide.

An open spigot to my source

Rampage, ravenous, rambunctious life force

I set ablaze everything in my path

No fear of falling when you know how to crash 

And be reborn.

But something inside already torn 

I noticed as I grew, 

Some part of me stopped chasing what I always knew

Something stopped loving my untamed nature

Something I couldn’t see until many years later

How slowly I turned off the force of my faucet

Stopped being who I was, and started kept my jaw shut

Heart wrapped in a corset, tight around my chest

Too little, too much, all digging into my flesh

And so,

I kept to myself and went into my cave

I’d rather be unseen than to feel like a slave

I’d rather be alone than be seen and feel the same 

I’d rather keep my private practice and keep some of me unnamed

Untamed

Unlimited

Unraveled 

Until it could not be contained.

What was once refrained 

Had to be drained

Open the flood gates

Let all of me integrate

Let all of my permeate into my soil 

Let it all rain down, I can no longer recoil 

Something inside of me has to get out

Something inside of me has to end this drought

Something inside of me has to re-route

Something inside of me cannot go without.

Giving my message, my blessings, my offering

After all of this hardening, I needed some softening

Needed some broadening,

Stretching out of my cocoon

After years of isolation, I found my mind in bloom

With memories from my seed and my roots.

And when I awoke, I didn’t know what to think

This game of life is never-ending hide n’ seek

But the good thing is, I knew what to do,

I have a sneaking suspicion you probably do, too.

Our duty to be all that we are, 

To live this life and not miss the mark

To sin is an archer’s term, but where are aiming?

What parts of ourselves are we still debating

If they have the right to live or die

Be kept inside us or revitalized

Live all of you and really be alive

To drum this spirit back to life.

Stop wishing, stop hoping, stop begging, stop pleading

To give this life something of meaning

Something of soul

Something truth

Something we have draw from our youth

And remember,

There are many things you will be asked to surrender

You are not one of them.

Your body a vessel

Your heart a conduit

Only you can intuit

Who you came here to be

Give yourself over to the things that set you free

Give yourself over to the things that let you be

Let you see

Your Divinity, Your totality 

Rewrite your reality 

Give meaning to mortality

And watch your vision unfold

Sing out your hearts liquid made of gold

And live this miracle we call life.

We can’t avoid strife

That is not our place

But we did come here to take up space,

To create, to grow, to witness, and be seen

To live our life from the seeds of our dreams 

To live our essence in all that we do

To remember there is magic and miracles, too.

Do not stop watering what’s within your becoming

Keep your faucet running 

Fill up every crevice inside of you

Until there is nothing left, but all there is and ever was. 

Unlock the Magic Within You

You are a Master at Work. Create like one.

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