my own mistakes

peace
calling
paradigm
falling
rising
awake
mistakes
to make
my own
mistakes
no matter what
it takes
time has
come
away I
run
towards
I move
engaging
my groove
horizon
pink
wisdom I
drink
from the well
of discovery
of the woman
in the mirror
in front of
me

My Self...Be Coming

Looking glass
Looking back
Looking for the lady
hunkered down 
inside
this goddess
I have become
Looking inside.....Perhaps
I must search
outside the realms
I have known
in days
passed by
To find my
self
be
coming

Looking forward
Where will we converge
on this winding
road of wisdom rocky
or smooth
and
unencumbered
Incline, climbing for
the light
Declining slope
a respite
in the star strewn
night

In all directions
she resides
Been incubating for
the
grand reveal
Within the new
real
I have grown
to be
in the womb of
a goddess
a girl
a woman
Triple threat
You have not
met me yet,
melded
in this place of
great and
peaceful power

Allow me to introduce
myself
Hello, my name is 
Harmony
Green and pink
Purple and red.....white
and black
gray.....and all hues
of the all of
me-s
I am about to
be
come

Look at this lady....
vixen, sage, mother,grandma
peace keeper, lover...
hermit
In the looking glass
that is my time machine
here
I am
enveloped
in
it all
Yet you can not
see
me
When I am cloaked
So.......
Feel me
Know me
Find me
As I
be
come

Woman On Fire

Theresa Savina painting

Certainly sadder

in a moment bleak

If I allow this moment

to teach me

The sadness lingering

becomes a mentor

 

I am not sure of my

certainty today

As approaches my moment

grand or bleak

perhaps

In the spotlight of soliloquy

Spoken truth

From the broken youth

of a love

Now wrinkled and wise

What cost wisdom?

 

Looking for the woman

inside the Goddess

I have been forged to

become

Forged in fires of
fantasy

meeting man's  modern
malady

Here it lives, wet from the

afterbirth....crying out

for my touch

New lives to care for, to

nurture

My own life must transform

first

 

I am looking for that

woman

on

fire 

She shall rise again in the

dark day of
a

white night

In the flames of a

new direction

And I will find myself

no longer

looking

Hear Me Sing

I found the one inside of me
who wants to sing out there... loud
She allowed herself to get lost
in the crowd
Now, the sea of souls has parted
And she has returned, no longer
departed
From her true desire
She's out there on the high wire
Singing....can you hear me?
Hear me SING!

In the night I sing of day
In the day I sing of night
The two shall meet perfectly
In the dawning of the singing me
The sunrise meets the sunset
As I sing with my self my duet
Lost now found
Flying high on the ground
I am singing....can you hear me?
Hear me SING

Found myself in an unwritten song
it has yet to be created in the long
set of the sun and the rise of another
Birthing it, I am its mother
I am singing, can you hear me?
Hear me SING

The song shall be titled simply "Me"
As I own the duet sung in synergy
with myself singing
The message of love I am bringing
Shall be heard by all who can
understand
Like footprints in the sun lit sand

There for a flying moment.... fleeting
Soon the footprints are retreating
back to what they once were
The song yet to be composed
In a moment in the sun..... transposed
As the moment of song gently sets
To make way for the one not created
yet

I am singing, can you hear me?
Here.....me..... singing!!!

Romancing My Truth

I looked outside myself

for my sanity

For long labored eons

I ran

Away from me

Or perhaps toward some

one, some kind of

clan

Secretly studying the ways

of others

Executing my moves with

stellar stealth

Yet, I kept coming back

to the awareness

I am me,

no one

else

One day of dark night

I knew my

hard birthed

truth

Returning to the

self I was

in my

wooded youth

I found myself by the

banks of a stream

Flowing and

playing with the

stones

Away from the world's

pain, from

her maladies and

moans

I was the water

flowing

and the dragonflies

dancing

My truth I am now

cultivating

clarifying and

romancing

I am all things and

none of them

in the same moment

of magic

I am the peace, the

calm, the

intuitive me

Peace borne from the

tragic

Search for a woman

walking with

me on my path

through many lived

lives

I have been a mother

a daughter

a lover...a hater

Someone's

wife

Labels and limitations

attached to all of

the

above

None of them

honoring

my newly nuanced

self love

The only label I

agree to

don

Is the one I wear

and now have

on

I am Me

aside from that.....I am

happily and honestly

Label Free

malignant martyr

Vindictive and voracious blues surround me
      cloudy, angry day....be gone, where is my bright day?
The martyr in me is a malignancy
      the barter for my sanity....benign
bullshit
        How do I give up one reality for the other
when I  have no idea what is....real
anyway?

   Inner surgeon must cut out the malignant martyr
          that is invading my sacred sanity
   Yes, let's do that.....shall we?
Cut away these questions while you are in there, doc
               Why can't I let it go?
                                       Why so in love with the benign bullshit
that feeds the cancer of my thoughts?
                   
                One tumor feeds off the other
interesting.....
I said to myself.....(pay attention self)
       
        Now I find myself looking for a reason
to make it through the surgery
                        Am I not enough, am I not a reason
valid enough to live the life
            I came here to live?

                   In the many questions....is an answer
                         single and sublime
   "yes, you are enough"

Today, I choose to own that answer......fuck you, benign
bullshit! Be gone, I reclaim my day bright NOW!

               Vindictive, voracious blues give way to

the soft blues of the grand and open sky

                       above me

I feel the planet's pulse....through my feet

deep and green below me

                        Staring up.....in grateful wonder

             I discover the courage to make the call

 

The surgery will be scheduled today

                                   Cut out the questions and

the martyred malignancy

  In the space that remains, I find ME

 

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1...2...3...4

looking for a lady, we were
and there she was, just like that
1 row ahead
how very small the world is

connections...
intense or minuscule
are all connections none the less
how very small the world really is

2 in 2000....3 times the eyes of the man I met
4 women in a story for reasons unknown
a song written by the universe
heard and hummed again as we recant the story

hey, lady...hello!
reminds me of another story
one of love and a lady, and a man
a tale of faeries...

"Look what I found—four white horses, and I figured there are four of us…if we ever found the Lady. Hello, Lady!" Fezzik (The Princess Bride)

harmony and melody

Away

Lonely for the touch of my lady
one I have allowed to slip away from me
And now, I long for her
Her face..her voice...her scent..her wisdom
I am looking
and she has flown away

Had I known I held the key
to the gilded cage
of my heart
she had come to occupy
I would have never opened the lock
and now I am looking
and she has flown away

My days become nights now
I am blinded by the white light of lonely
It surrounds me...illuminating my
looking
But she has flown away

Lonely for the touch of my lady
one I have allowed to slip away from me
And now, I long for her
Her face..her voice...her scent..her wisdom
I am looking
and she has flown away

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Self Found

I am a lady regal and wise

I am a vixen.. flashing my sea blue eyes

I am a mother...life was sparked inside my womb

I am a lover lyrical and alive....releasing my love once entombed

I am a grandmother proud and open

I am a teacher watching them grow... always hopin

I am a sage.... sharing the paths that worked for me

I am a guide... assisting the birth of others reality

I am a lady wise and regal

 Stretching my wings like the mighty Eagle

I am a vixen.. eyes of blue.. name of Green

Found myself....I have...sharing the wisdom I have gleaned

I am a mother... bearing life...the sacred fruit

Finding the answers to life's mystery... a stealthy sleuth

I am a lover... sprung free from society's stigmatic embrace

I walk tall... mighty and majestic.... I have found my place

my first lady

the first lady of my life...
the one who birthed me
the one who held me
the one who taught me to be funny
the one who healed my boo boos
the one who taught me the tough realities, tenderly
she walked me through the nights and days
always

she walks here no more, she is free of her riddled body
spirit runs, body healed, cares blown away on the wind that carried her away as well

near me now, always
she soothes
she laughs
she holds me
and I feel her here
always

I saw myself reflected....

Life, is it moving in the direction you had hoped it would?
Are you cryin?
It's ok to cry......as long as the tears teach you something.

Tears are deep teachers

 as they drop, they cleanse

As they cleanse, they open

As they open, they heal

If life isn't going your way

sit down and have a good cry

with yourself

See where you are then

In the reflection of your tears

you can find

your soul's true direction

and even.... peace