Poetry
I have not always used my intuition or viewed creativity as a way to engage with Spirit. Over time, I came to understand that I experience the world differently than some others and that’s beautiful too. My relationship with art has transformed over the years from restrictive to open to possibility because I allowed my art to begin in the heart and not always the mind.
Tree of Knowledge
If being authentic to myself is a sin,
I will grow the deepest roots,
the fullest branches of fruit
that bow to my shadows and light.
And if eaten,
I will surely thrive.
I will not be bound by lies.
Next Stop, Earth
Rainbow swirls
wrap around my curls
I am the spirit in the sky
look me in my eye
and know you are divine,
flesh and bones are
the anomaly
Don't forget your home.
8 Weeks
Your heart of steel
I will not yield
I will not kneel
to your whims
to me, that is a sin.
A Spider!
No one,
not even one of eight legs
should be sentenced to death
for existing differently.
Please forgive me oh small one.
What have I done?
Carrying out punishment
on those who weave
silver threads
when I have silver hairs
sprouting from my head.
A house for thee is not
a house for me
But, the trees tell me I'm one of a kind
and they don't mind my curiosities
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I wish I were with them and not trapped
in four walls, I call to them often
Trees, do you remember me? The one who
said she would set herself free.
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Don't bother me the humans groan,
they throw their trash and it fills the cavity
in my chest, was I always a mess?
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"No" proclaim the trees
"You are the one who grips time by its teeth
and gnash them to tear open space
taking your place among the stars."
Shower Thoughts
Hope returns to my voice
at first I didn't notice
but once I began speaking
those birds took flight
and flew ahead of time
to open my mind.