It’s time! It’s time she hollered with almost 100% conviction.
It has become a race
Searching for her love offering
She tires and she cries
Her belly swells with unexpressed creativity
Anxious, tight chest
She is trapped in someone else’s paradigms
Outdated contexts are not useful to her
Others don’t always know what is best
Capricious fancy makes her appear weak
But she is a dreamer
and there is so much possibility
Putting it our there is purely part of the manifestation process
A new flower is budding
From the golden chrysalis she emerges
Sweet and innocent
Pure and curious
Possessed by divine potential
It is time to come into her own.
It was an interesting experience posting my poem on this Blog.
ReplyDeleteI definitely felt a deep sense of vulnerability.
To put our deepest thoughts out into the ether not knowing who will read them or perhaps even judge them
But why is this fear and feeling so much stronger than
the feeling of delight at knowing that maybe, just maybe,
something you have written
may help shift someone in a new and much needed way.
why oh why are we so scared to shine?
First wanted to comment your poem but time elapsed and you wrote a comment yourself. So lets start with a comment on your comment.
ReplyDeleteStriking question: why, oh why are we so scared to shine?
I’m not of the mind that questions should necessarily be answered even though that is what we are used to think: that the relevance or interest of a question is that it give us an answer. How are we to deal with questions that are left unanswered! They leave us wanting, in need, frustrated, dissatisfied and most of all insecure. We are constantly looking for answers as ways to settle in reassurance.
But there are times when we are simply not ready to listen, to resonate with and, more of all, live the deepest answer that a vital question can yield. This means the time has not come for us to receive it. At such moments we need to remain open to the question without necessarily wanting to have the answer right away.
There are answers that satisfy the mind and there are answers that are the very nourishment of the soul itself. There is a maturation, growing process involved here; for fruits ripen in accord with their own season. However, we are more and more alienated from ourselves for we have to constantly adjust and adapt to an ever faster frenzied race of computability, utility and measurable results that is the unwavering demand of our technologically driven consumerist world.
Sometimes in our quest we come up with questions that are sources of empowerment, we need not necessarily answer them, we can find nourishment by simply abiding with them, opening up to them, allowing them to take us to that place of mystery where we are a manifestation of something infinitely larger than what we think we are, allowing them to take us to a place where the heart opens in all simplicity to the question:
Why, oh why are we so scared to shine?