immersing into an allegory of presence
When I celebrate, may it be with the gratitude of the experience.May I embody love so deeply That I cannot help but uplift others.And when these things don’t quite align, may I remember that acceptingwhat isbrings peace.And Anchoring in my integrity brings clarity for movement where needed.
Brigid, artisan of duality and keeper of the flameYou remind me to light the fire within atop the depths of the wellYou remind me to find inspiration In the art of life Finding wisdom and healing And forging protection Through the creative spark of innocence Delighting in the pleasure and beauty of the sun I’ve
I never hit rock bottom because I thought I lived there finding comfort and trust in the pain slaughtering harpies at the gates of hell – afraid to look them in the eyes Unable to turn my back Accepting my fate My eyes were closed – catching the cold draft of their movement and sour
I must walk I must tread through the thickness of this world Because that is what is expected How long – how far I have come and I find myself buried. I’m starting to see a glimmer of the sun once again How did I get so buried? The world had no use for my
Shadow gives rise to the illusion of form drawing lines of separation emerging individuals that we may see ourselves gravity providing guardrails that we may carry ourselves and so we navigate and explore … with a spark of something eternal within us searching for meaning… …and not quite grasping the truth in the spark that