We are stepping on sacred soil,
The blood and bones of those gone before
Beneath the soles of our feet.
Breathe in and out every breath thankful for the moment;
Breathing sacred air.
We,
Still
Exchanging breaths of love and loss with our ancestors
As the wind caresses this earth;
Tenderly touching our skin.
Listen to the sacred song.
Be aware,
Be present and heed the true call.
The answer is always love.
I was born in the spring but
I have a winter soul.
I am in love with cold and snow.
My blood runs hot.
I see your chest rise,
An intake of breath as our eyes meet.
Drawn together
Instinctively before we can blink in recognition.
And the blood courses through my veins,
I can feel yours doing the same.
This quaking within;
An
Electrifying surge created resonates
Beyond people and places known as these Bodies come together.
Magic.
A supreme stillness overcomes my soul
And settles the melding.
We cannot stop what was set in motion
Before time itself
Nor
Do we wish to.
I am just a ghost.
Transparent.
Silent.
Still.
Dead and gone.
Feeling your
Warm lips upon my cheek
I come alive.
Blood pumps and I exhale.
Flesh
In color now;
Reanimated.
Realizing we,
Trembling in touch.
A power conscious
Brought us here,
Unimagined in the human mind.
A seeing beyond
Blood and bone,
A realization.
Every step,
Change of mind,
Everyone ever known
All flowing
In the knowing
To keep all of this going;
Our paths to meet.
Defy your fears.
Take courage of heart
And
Rise.
Lift yourself up and out,
Into the sunlight.
Rest there as long as you need
Feeling heat upon skin;
Breathing air into the neglected depths
Of your lungs.
Here you will feel once more
The blood beating through your veins.
Remember yourself.
Listen. There is your heart song.
Allow yourself to weep,
Allow yourself to sing.
One, two , three inhale and roar.
One, two, three take a chance and soar.
I was taught to
Swallow my tears.
Keep them within,
Becoming bloated with grief.
My blood saturated with salt
Until
Solidified
Heart so heavy
And lungs drowned with self inflicted water,
I could no longer stand.
I could not absorb oxygen needed to keep warm nor fully breathe,
Could not pump blood through my own veins to live.
Not knowing that to cry was such strength
For those surrounding me
Saw it,
Claimed it as
Victory;
A winning of some kind to break another more than yourself.
I still cry in the dark.
I never said I was perfect.
It starts with one mind.
It starts with one heart.
To become love
And let go of anger.
And there the one shares with
Another.
Let go of judgements of strangers.
Then the two become the four
And exponentially
We let go.
Embrace anew
As love recognizes hate
No more.
Alter the tide.
What becomes reality for one
Becomes the reality
For
The Sum.
….
Let not your eyes deceive you
As you look in the mirror.
The blood that we shed
Is no other color
But red.
*originally published January 2015 @choleintodiamonds*
The wise old owl
Sits upon the branch
And turns his head to look at me
As I approach.
In the moment we lock eyes
I am aware of more than
Can be put into words;
There in my heart and mind.
We are all of time in
Physical form,
Blood and bones.
And the wise owl knows this
As he says everything to me
Though he does not speak.
Why did you have to tear me open
Today?
I was just looking at how fine
Some of these hurts have healed up.
You thought you might make me bleed
Blood red like you
But upon a closer look, you
Found untamed wildness, stars and
Feathers leaking into the sky from my
Skin.
Now I am laughing. I am such an unknown
Substance even to myself
And now
You are blind.
Find me with your other senses.
We may crawl. We may walk, swim or fly
With this unhindered madness.
Chole Into Diamonds 