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The Seeker

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Once I hid a dream deep in my heart-

A dream of love, healing, & art.

And many days I forgot why I was here;

I wondered around lost–in sadness and fear.

But the dream wouldn’t die

It kept crying for me–

Look here, listen up: 

You have reason to be.

Don’t lose faith now, child.  Your gifts are many.

Just because you are confused doesn’t mean you’re unwilling.

Shine where you can, love every day.

The dream in your heart will eventually play

A song you remember, a word or an ode

That unlocks the mystery

                                                  of

                                                         your deepest code.

I wrote this in 2013 while living in a cedar gingerbread cottage on Bainbridge Island, WA. I have always been a seeker. This poem was my expression of the quest. It helped to write it. Maybe there’s someone who needs to read it.

Jaguar Leaps

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I’m a single girl–

With a career.

My job may be moving me

In a year…

I’ve had it rough

Lost in love…

Done the soul mate swap

Where’s my hubs??

Bouncing around

The gypsy that I am

I missed the window

For babies & a fam.

It’s a bit sad–

But I try to have faith

That the Universe knows

Which direction to take.

I’m deep, complex–

“Scorpio Style”.

Being with myself

I’ve learned to dial…

Into my heart,

Into the earth…

The work is hard—

Its own kind of birth.

Kali Quan Yin

Crow Dragonfly

The jaguar leaps–

While something else dies. 

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NOTES: Found this profound poem in on my computer tonight. I had completely forgotten about it. I often write poems in a kind of meditative, stream-of-consciousness state and then just forget about them. It is very healing for me. This one is no exception. Reading it gave me chills. It’s rather potent and personal, but vulnerability is a beautiful thing. The disappointments in my life have taught me so much, brought me ever closer to the core of my heart. They have helped me learn to heal myself and thus carry the wisdom of transformation within.

Confetti Storm

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There’s a confetti storm coming;

Thought I should move.

Grab my umbrella and

Take off my shoes.

Polka-dotted clouds

Gather in the sky.

Out falls a swing

10 stories high.

 

Notes:  What can I say?  My mind comes up with stuff like this, and I find it written down in my journal (months ago).  Meanwhile, I’d totally forgotten about it until I saw it there a few nights ago and laughed.  It seems unfinished, so maybe more will come through sometime.  But for now, I leave you with the idea of a “confetti storm”–my kind of weather.

Watercolor inspired by this poem, 2020, by Kayse B.

Magic

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A dash of this,

A splash of that.

Pull a rabbit from my hat.

I wish you well–

Dreams coming true:

Everything you want there for you.

What a Mystery,

This great life–

Sometimes it soars, sometimes it bites.

I am happiest

When I remember

That magic comes when I surrender.

Found this little quirky creation on my computer today…

Wrote it probably 5 years ago.  The magic of surrender…