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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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* for Lolla and her love affair with the land
This poem is in honor of Ezra, my second son, who leaves home this week to make his own way in the world, to follow his heart...
Much more than even so, SO much more than even... this kid, his heart, my heart... Go my wild sweet...held, beheld... emerge with widened wings... Two years ago my first son, Silas, left home. You can check out the Kahlil Gibran poem here: www.guideforconscioushealing.com/wild-words-poetry-blog/lifes-longing-for-itself
There is a place in my heart When I sink down and in Where I am surprised to discover I am already whole My mind is suspicious Yet it is undeniably true There is a place in my heart When I sink down and in Where I discover my problems Are not actually problems But places of wild tenderness Where I find myself again When I sink down and in When I slow down inside When I trust enough To melt I find I am only ever meeting Myself And this meeting Is the truth It is the secret desire Inside all desires: All I ever really wanted Was me - Maya Luna |
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