bones and blood of space and time
a poem for remembering
Listen, lover.
Before you go and try to save the world,
why don't you save yourself first?
Or better still,
peer beneath the veil of your doubt
and remember
you do not need to be saved.
You are made of dirt
but so is the Earth.
We are blood
We are bone
And every place we call home
sings a song beneath our chest.
Open up your throat.
Breathe life into the symphony.
Wash the fear from your eyes
and see the beauty that has been disguised
by a lifetime of suppressing
the truth.
We are by birth right
inherently whole
inseparable
free.
Shake the lie that you were born to die.
Even death is just a womb you pass through
back
into the fabric of space and time
back
into the weaver's hands
back
into the mystery
that forever dons
a new shape.
Some particles,
a tree
a butterfly
a seed.
But for today,
what shape are you?
What symphonies hum through your blood and bones?
Can you make with your body
a home?
Can you sing the songs that make the world whole?
Remember,
a whole is only the sum of its parts
and no matter how small you feel
the world is not whole
without you.
About the Creator
Eden Row
Here in ceremony, body kissing soul,
I drink in life's symphony
and learn to sing my own.
~~
mother, writer, yogi, nature lover
doing my best to weave magic in the mundane
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Love how the poem flows like the life cycle