Awaken. Heal. Inspire.
What if, each day
She unzipped from her humanity
And walked through the world
As the light she knows is?
What if she shined without abandon,
All her perceived imperfections cast aside,
All her doubts drowned
On the rocky cliffs of her highest tide
What if she shed her masks
Exposed, raw, healing
For all who crave realness
For all who need her light
©SpiritLed 2019
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In the quiet
you rest,
While also in the quiet
We take up the quests
You so nobly held for lifetimes,
You lay down your arms
As we raise ours in humble servitude
Rest dear one,
Let us proceed in your stead,
Until the light of dawn appears,
Until you can draw the sleep from your weary eyes,
Rest upon our shoulders
As we carry you home
©SpiritiLed 2019
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Longing for belonging,
For a path to go home,
For my songs of peace
To blow in the wind
And reside in the hearts of men
Longing for the great gray wolf
To howl her songs of protection
And fierce boundaries,
Safe from the dark night
In which she prowls
Longing for the soft caress,
The endless lovers’ touch
Deep in the night,
Deep in the soul of forgiveness
Longing for the sun to rise on peace
And set on injustice,
Our internal wars extinguished,
Our raging quieted by our love
©SpiritLed 2019
Like music,
Memories come in waves,
Each note a discordant piece
Of a greater symphony
Played in silence for all these years
Now uncovered,
Revealed,
With the directive to somehow make a melody
Where once there was only silence,
Where once, tears never flowed
To take the tender music of youth
And re-record the notes
So that discord may become harmony
And each note out of place
May become immortalized as the sharp steps
Which lead to wholeness
©SpiritLed 2019
Discipline,
A sign of destruction or denial?
Or rather the decadence of a man
Who cannot move forward,
Displaying doubt
And yet, when imagination takes root
In the dying wasteland of order,
Like a disease of chaos slowly creeping through,
Destroying all in its path with disorder and disarray,
Its only casualty the destruction of the mind which cries,
“Only THIS way”
And brings forth the great deity which anoints me
To this creative life
©SpiritLed 2019
“You learn lessons the hard way,”
She said,
And I listened, because she was right
Sometimes they have to be thumped into me,
Or I go on in my orderly-chaotic fashion
And miss out on the tender fruit
Which should nourish me
And quench my desire to grow,
Instead wondering why I’m thirsty
Or maybe it’s purposeful
That I let the offering pass by,
That I take the thump
And still keep going on the same,
Bruises like a hall of shame
“Why so stubborn?”
She asks,
And the truth is, I don’t know
And I‘m not sure it can be
Thumped out of me
©SpiritLed 2019