Cathedral of the Wild
Stream of Consciousness
h e r
bare
soles
d i g
into the
e a r t h
as energies
f l o w
through her
anew
a w a k e n i n g
p r i m a l
i n s t i n c t s
as a
versant
breeze
b l o w s
through
...
feet
g r o u n d e d
in the
s o i l
familiar
patterns
c o u r s e
her
v e i n s
her body
m o v i n g
to the
s o n g
of the
T r e e s
f i n d i n g
her
a n c i e n t
s w a y
...
a r m s
l i f t e d
toward the
s k y
r e a c h i n g
to
a s c e n d
t o u c h i n g
patterns
with her
f i n g e r s
only
her
s o u l
can
c o m p r e h e n d
...
a b u n d a n t
lessons
o v e r f l o w
teachings
she's
f o r g o t t e n
she once
l e a r n e d
walking
in the
p r e s e n c e
of her
l i n e a g e
her spirit
l o n g i n g
to
d i s c e r n
...
b r e a t h i n g
in the
s c e n t s
around
her
i n t u i t i o n s
freshly
dialed in
her
s e l f- b u i l t
barriers
c r u m b l e
and now
the
h e a l i n g
can
b e g i n
...
f r e e i n g
her
hair
from its
e n t a n g l e d
knot
she
r e l e a s e s
inhibitions
to the
s k y
wind
b l o w s
away
i n s e c u r i t i e s
as she
r e m e m b e r s
how to
f l y
...
w o r s h i p f u l l y
she
w a l k s
with
t e n d e r
f e e t
m o v i n g
gently
over
r o c k
and
s t o n e
s e n s i n g
the
m e m o r y
of the
F o r e s t
r e m i n d i n g
her
of things
she’s
a l w a y s
known
...
G r a s s e s
t e a c h
her
how to
b o w
so her
s p i r i t
doesn't
b r e a k
to
b e n d
gracefully
through
the
t e m p e s t
as it
d r i v e s
her
s o u l
to
w a k e
...
W i l d f l o w e r s
remind
her
to
b l o o m
by
h o l d i n g
life
with an
o p e n
palm
T r e e s
gently
s h o w
her
b e a u t y
in
l e t t i n g
g o
the
p o w e r
in
r e l e a s i n g-
this
l e s s o n
a
s a c r e d
balm
...
g u i d a n c e
gently
w h i s p e r e d
through
her
surroundings
r e m i n d i n g
her
what’s
i m p r i n t e d
deep
w i t h i n
r e c e i v i n g
m o r e
than she
could
a s k
she's
i n s p i r e d
to
r e m e m b e r
what has
a l w a y s
been
...
beautiful
m e d i c i n e
for her
s p i r i t
she’s
f i l l e d
with
w o n d e r
c a p t i v a t e d
b e g u i l e d
as her
heart
r e m e m b e r s
how to
b e a t
in
s y n c
with her
c a t h e d r a l
of the
W i l d
***The music of Roary has carried me through many journeys in life. If you haven't had the experience of his music yet, I recommend taking a deep dive.
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Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump into me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
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Comments (10)
"a versant breeze" Wonderful poem👏
'c a t h e d r a l of the W i l d' I'm reading Michael Christie's "Greenwood" right now and this is a phrase he actually uses in the book, though not quite so lyrically as you do here. This is a lovely poem Kristen!
Loved this so much!!!! Definitely felt these words❤️ it was relaxing to read to the music and so relatable!
This felt like a mental yoga session. I'm going to have my partner do this. Nicely done Kristen, this could have turned out corny. But your words were the right ones and they piece always felt like it was moving and flowing toward something.
Oh my. This was absolutely beautiful and quite relaxing. Well done.
yeeeeeeeeessssssssss!!!! This is one of my *favorites* of yours so far, Kristen!! Agh - the music gives exactly the right sensation… and then where you *go* ✨ 💫 One of my favorite lines (of about 60 favorite lines from this): “…receiving more than she could ask…” Gosh this is such a tricky specific peccadillo of conscious life to describe and you loaded it all into just six words… 🤯 your set up and context for that moment were just perfection. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 bring on TS!! 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
Absolutely divine. I drank this in and breathed it out...a perfect way to start my day, reconnected and rebalanced. Thank you, Kristen. I could read one of these every morning. Soul stuff. ❤️ 🙏
I love meandering with you, Kristen. The patient, gentle flow of words & images, so tactile in their expression, lingering in each moment & sensation, soaking it up & breathing it in.
Great piece 💖😉
I love your style of writing. Your worlds float effortlessly off the page well metaphorical page, it just sounds weird to me to say screen. I write to music too. It frees the soul. I often find myself dancing to the rhythm of the songs I play in my chair as I type away.