The Landing-Place

 

“Life is a journey,” I said.

 

“Life is this moment,”

my Higher Self answered:

 

This moment – fully

embraced – is journey’s

end and journey’s

beginning;

 

the point

of departure is

the destination.

 

Image courtesy of Unsplash.

 

Inhabiting My Repleteness

A poem celebrating the repleteness that we are in each and every moment.
Image courtesy of Skitterphoto.

 

Today I am replete.

 

A regular Sunday. No distinguishing features.

 

My body is tired. The sky bleak. The road in

front of my house a darker grey where the

rain is yet to evaporate.

 

I am at home.

Just me and my cat. Him

asleep in a different room.

 

Alone in the quiet and

stillness of my kitchen with its

high-ceiling and patchy walls,

I am replete.

 

There is the warmth of the

kerosene stove at my back, the

solid weight of my mug glazed

the dark blue-black of night filled

with hojicha in my hand.

 

My back to the washing

machine, I see before me

two tall vases of flowers. The

yellow lilies I bought in celebration

of spring fading now; the two-

tone carnations and purple

heather still holding their

own. Above a picture painted

in rich and beautiful colors by my

friend, an incredible artist.

 

All around and in the air the

sounds of silence: the windows gently

murmuring as the wind rocks

them in their frames, the kettle on

the kerosene stove humming

along, the background undertone of

the fridge.

 

A hint of rain in the air

even now, and the song of

the Universe in my ears.

 

All is still.

 

All is replete with beauty.

 

It seems that – in this moment –

everything is perfect.

 

Perhaps it is.

 

There are lands afar and vistas

of beauty I want to lose myself

in; sacred connection and partnership

I’m eager to experience; dreams

and visions bubbling up to be

born through me.

 

So much that still wants to be expressed.

 

So much still to experience.

 

So much joy, love, beauty,

pleasure, majesty, awe

to encounter anew.

 

And yet…

 

In this moment as I sit, quietly

and fully inhabiting this space

of  deep-seated presence, I’m

Whole and Complete.

 

I feel the pulse of Life

beating in my heart, connecting

me to the awareness of all

that is good in my life. I feel

my connection with something

beyond what can be seen with the

eyes or perceived with the mind – it

fills me with a deep-rooted peace.

 

Connects me to the heart of

Silence and All That Is.

 

 

 

Featured image courtesy of Skitterphoto.

The painting mentioned in the poem courtesy of Rozanne Henry‘s Etsy Store.

 

 

Honouring My All

I want to honour

the All That Is In Me.

 

I want to honour

the Sacredness in the Everyday.

 

I want to honour

the Beauty and Perfection of each Moment.

 

I want to honour

the Awe and Majesty I feel instilled in Presence.

 

I want to honour

the sense of Wonder within me.

 

I want to honour

my fullest Self-expression, my ceaseless unfolding.

 

I want to honour

that which wishes to be brought into Being through me.

 

I want to honour

that which has been, that which is yet to come.

 

I want to honour

that which is ready to be released, wishes to fall away.

 

I want to honour the Eternal,

the Infinite Source of Well-Being.

 

I want to honor the Breath of Life breathing through me.

 

I want to honor

the Highest, Purest Essence and Expression of Self.

 

I want to honour Truth.

 

I want to honour Beauty.

 

I want to honour

the All That I Am;

 

the Sacred sigh that says

Yes to Life

Yes to Me.

Deep In The Heart Of The Sacred Feminine

 

Deep in the heart of the

Sacred Feminine

I discovered I am

“Woman.”

 

She has her roots in

the hallowed space of the

womb; roots that burrow

deep into the heart of Mother

Earth and connect with

Gaia at Her core.

 

She is a coming

together of all the women

from all the places and all

the times. The embodiment

of all our desires and

dreams, distilled into the

highest expression of

feminine essence.

 

She courses through my

veins, stirring my blood to a

frenzy with Her deep connection to the

Earth; Her deep connection to

the Universe; Her deep connected

passion for life that awakens

in me a reverence, a passion,

an awe, and a deep-

rooted ease in Being.

 

Her sensuous pleasure

in All That Is; Her deep

appreciation of beauty; Her

knowing and intuitive

wisdom – enliven me. Awakening

a deep joy – an exquisite feeling

of unsurpassed bliss.

 

When I am connected to Her, I

know Myself.

 

I know that

All Is Well.

 

I know myself One with my ancestors.

One with the Universe.

One with the Earth.

 

I know myself Woman:

One woman.

One with all Women.

 

I know Myself as Strength;

as Power; as Flow; as

Beauty; as Shadow; as

Joy; as Sensual; as Intuitive;

as Expressive; as Wise;

as a deep and fervent Love

and longing for Life.

 

I know Myself as the Sacred

Breath that moves all things.

 

I know Myself as Spirit

made incarnate as Woman.

 

This is not what the world has

told me about “woman.”

 

The world would have me

believe she is meek, tame,

seen before heard; prized for her

beauty, not her words. Revered as

long as she can be captured and

“stilled” in art. Highly sought

out for her tenderness and

the gentle smile playing on her

lips – as long as they don’t

part in contradiction of the

prevailing (patriarchal) wisdom.

 

Or perhaps over-sensitive, over-

emotional, over-demanding; in

a word (or two): “Too much.”

 

Needing “too much”

attention; taking up “too

much” time, “too much”

space with an intensity of

feeling that flows in

torrents and dances to

an unfathomable rhythm

all her own.

 

You can’t reason with

a woman like that. She’s

“too much.”

 

But the question that nobody’s been

asking:

“Too much” for whom?

 

Or perhaps she represents

the embodiment of the Virgin

archetype. Good and pure;

wholesome; steeped in

virtue. She has taken on – tries

to uphold – society’s idea of “A

woman of good moral conduct.”

 

Such shame she has

internalized. Such guilt; such

unworthiness; such complex,

conflicting emotions around

her body and making love.

 

How can she grow into the

fullest expression of her

womanhood and know

herself as the transcendent

being she is when she’s

been so sundered from

her sensuality?

 

How can we have

sundered her so?

 

How can we have bereft

ourselves of this connection

to our feminine essence;

disinheriting ourselves

from our birthright; the deep pure

well of our feminine place of

power and presence?

 

 

Other times she’s portrayed

as a bottomless pit of

neediness; fueled by

insecurities and a deep-

seated fear of rejection:

A “cling-on,” a “barnacle.”

Demeaning labels we

slur her with. No

compassion for the place of

pain she’s running from.

 

 

And time and time again we’ve

confined her to the role of the

perfect sacrificial Mother.

Molding herself on generations

of self-denial and lack of self-

expression; putting the needs

of everybody else before her own.

 

Caught in the busyness

of life she shrugs aside

her desires; pours her life

force energy into others.

Giving away her Essence; she

drains the vitality, the spark

of life that makes her who

she is. One day she

awakens to the hollowness

inside and wonders

– through her exhaustion –

where the joy in giving has

gone and who on earth

she is beyond  it all.

 

Or perhaps the Whore.

 

Flagrant, sexual,

bawdy, lewd. Too much

Woman for many with

her overt sexuality, her

loving embrace of her

physicality, desires and

passion.

 

A woman who loves

her body and the way it

feels?

 

Besmirch her name.

Immure her in the margins.

 

No way her voice can be

allowed to be heard.

 

 

The patriarchy has exerted

its control by divisively

labeling women. Attempted

to reduce and confine

Her Wholeness to

certain prescribed roles.

 

Making of women cardboard

cut-outs; one-dimensional

mannikins.

 

Limited.

 

Limiting.

 

We will allow it no more.

 

 

We stand in our Power as

Women when we dismantle,

obliterate, annihilate these

stereotypes. Raze them

to the ground in the

atoning flame of our

Wholeness.

 

Honoring our feminine essence in

all its myriad expression.

 

Celebrating ourselves

in all our Truth.

 

Honoring the medley of

archetypes – the sometimes-

melodious sometimes-

disharmonious – but always

beautiful converging that is

Who We Are.

 

We are not here to be delineated or

easily defined.

 

As complete, fully-embodied

Women we know ourselves as

Absolute, as Perfect – in the

embodiment of our contradictions.

 

Untamed;

Unrestrained.

 

Beautiful containers for

All of Who We Are.

 

Our bodies the Sacred space

in which our unique,

individualized expression

of Divine Feminine resides.

 

The Body the Sacred vessel for the Soul.

 

The two conjoined.

Unified in

one beautiful, sacred,

fecund and glorious Life.

 

The diversity of “Woman”

brought into Wholeness in

the sacrament of

Soul-Body

Body-Soul.

 

Maiden, Martyr, Virgin, Whore, Wild Woman,

Witch, Crone.

 

Heterogeneous; Integrated; Whole.

 

This is the “Woman” I’m

embracing.

 

This is the

“Woman” I

choose to embody.

 

I am My Wild; My Innocence; My

Passion; My Timidity; My Love; My Compassion; My

Sensuous pleasure; My Wisdom; My Peace; My Rage; My

Naivety; My Sovereignty; My Vulnerability; My Serenity; My

Boldness; My Fear; My Courage; My Bliss.

 

I Am My All.

 

Rooted in the

Womb of the Earth; Her

volcanic Power igniting

my Womb.

 

Connected to the

Universe; its life-

giving force enlivening

my Essence.

 

I Am “Woman.”

 

I honor the Goddess within.

 

 

 

 

The Moon and Venus, January 2, 2017.

A tanka about the beauty of the night sky and the alignment of the waxing moon and Venus.

Bright crescent moon and

Venus ablaze in the sky

emanating light

as dusk gravitates towards

night. A new era is born.

I Am

An inspirational poem of affirmations about stepping up into your power which will resonate with journeyers on the path of awakening from delvingdeepwithin.wordpress.com.
Image courtesy of Maialisa.

I am choosing to

expand into

a deeper experience

of the beauty and

perfection that is

my Soul.

 

I am choosing to

know myself as

aligned with,

in harmony with,

resonant with

that Infinite perfection.

 

I am choosing to

let go –

release,

transform…

transcend,

all that no longer serves.

 

Through the Sacred

alchemy of

my life

I transmute it

into gold.

 

I am choosing

to know myself

as the Infinite and

Sovereign being

that is who I Am.

 

I am choosing to

claim my power.

To step into and

Own my

I Am Presence.

 

I am choosing

to experience myself

as Expectant with

my Soul’s desires;

ripe, and ready to blossom.

 

I am choosing

to Trust in

Sacred Timing, the

Master Plan of

the Divine.

 

I am choosing

to stand strong

in my Integrity,

knowing that I cannot

miss that which is

meant for me.

 

I am choosing to

be willing,

be ready,

be open.

 

I am choosing to

be a clear and pure

vessel so the

love of Source can

flow through me.

 

I am choosing to

believe I am

equal to that which

lies ahead; to

trust that the Path

will be revealed.

 

I am choosing to

trust in the Journey; to

tread with confidence,

knowing my Soul

guides  me true.

 

I am choosing to

Trust in Source;

the all-knowing

all-encompassing

Universe.

 

I am choosing to

Trust in  Me;

the Infinite

all-knowing

part of Me.

A Gradual Unfolding Into More of Our Truth

Spiritual haiku and more at delvingdeepwithin.wordpress.com
Photo courtesy of skeeze, Pixabay.

The soul’s beauty, its

Perfect vision, revealed in

Each moment of Truth.