I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose.
There once was a skeleton
that dangled from the hanger
hung next to a blue dress
reputation of a fundamental
of secrets closeted
her stains could not sustain
the once unsullied
interlaced into her bosom
in darkness she nested
long term memory
until one day of
a prose was provoked
poetry hence projected
and all that was hidden
was summoned into sight
and as I write
doors open to the
dim is brought to bright
and diction brings forth light
such is life
of the dead
that lives through present
in search of
Though I enjoyed the solitude of the winter, I am looking forward to coming out from behind my shadow, and sharing my recent experiences and new found insights. I planted many seeds last season, both positive and negative. I’m now eager to discover which thoughts I tended to the most, as they will be the first to blossom. Happy Spring Equinox!!
The seasons are what a symphony ought to be: four perfect movements in harmony with each other. ~Arthur Rubenstein
The hurt you embrace becomes joy.
Call it to your arms where it can
A silkworm eating leaves makes a cocoon.
Each of us weaves a chamber of leaves and sticks.
Silkworms begin to truly exist
as they disappear inside that room.
Without legs, we fly…..
When I stop speaking, this poem will close,
and open its silent wings . . .
- Are you a butterfly or a fly? (askjbheknows.wordpress.com)
- Butterfly And It’s Cocoon (driven.pkmenon.com)
- Happiness Is A Butterfly (roxcell.wordpress.com)
- Rumi Quote About Life (evatenter.wordpress.com)
- the time has come ~rumi (pathwriter.wordpress.com)
- Rumi and Roomy (catherinemjohnson.wordpress.com)
There comes a point in each journey, when we must become invisible to the world in order to become transparent to ourselves.
Only then will we know if we’re ready to show up…after we’ve learned that, there will be no babies to kiss, hands to shake, or photographers to capture our better side…
Only then will we know if we’re willing to keep our appointments with the good deeds that will never be documented as ‘well done’…
Only then will we know if it’s in us to humbly work behind the stage of applauds and accolades…
When the perception of ‘self’ becomes so occupying…
Who are we really serving?
It is always the secure who are humble. ~Gilbert Keith Chesterton
Everything they do is done for men to see.. ~Matthew 23:5
I may never know all that you have
while crossing foreign territory
that clearly stated:
and though your body still survives
sometimes I wonder
if your soul will become victimized
by the hate in the eyes
Leaving the house to mail off your
biweekly care package
I notice a different car parked outside of
Sgt So & So’s place..
his house is no longer a home
yet a drive thru..
but..who am I to judge
when just last Tuesday
I daydreamed of wrapping my legs
around a passing stranger
as he jogged by
I imagined his sweat dripping
down on my forehead…
as I leaned in for a kiss
the image of your face
snapped me back into
I felt ashamed
shortly replaced by
and a weak spirit
realizing that I myself
has now embarked upon
as I go the distance
of our deployment.
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I remember encountering countless storms, in which I would be one of the only few people out and about, risking my life, as I roamed the streets looking for company and entertainment. Restless..I couldn’t sit still with myself..the thought of mother nature forcing me to remain behind a closed door of loneliness made me claustrophobic.
As I sit in reflection during Hurricane Sandy..I think back to the storm of 2010 that changed my life. According to the weather reports, the snow was to start at around 9 PM. I hurried home after work, to pack my bags, for I had planned to stay with this guy I used to see on & off for the past three years…never mind the fact that he didn’t even pretend to be interested in me…or faithfully committed. Yet at the time, I really didn’t love myself. I was unable to realize he only reflected back to me my distorted self perception
A little after 7PM the snow fell, and it began to stick to the ground rather quickly, I had barely got home and hadn’t even began to pack. My intended destination usually took about 30 minutes in route which consisted of neighborhoods, highways, and streets with stop lights…I knew it would be foolish to go considering the road conditions, however, I couldn’t help but to become angry. I felt trapped, I had no where to run to.
Long story short, the next few days indoors literally changed my life. I had no where to go but ‘in’…I discovered parts of me that I had buried in denial. I read, wrote, reflected, meditated..I befriended myself..for the 1st time ever. I immediately entered a period of celibacy from both sex and dating. In the midst of the storm the old me began to die, and by the Spring, it became evident to the people in my life that while they were hibernating, a beautiful transformation had transpired.
After that long bout of celibacy, I finally decided to give this one guy a chance to get to know me better and likewise…he’s now my husband. I will add that, the guy who I spoke of earlier, will always have a place in my heart, I will always love him. I couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate/teacher, for that relationship was the catalyst to the search of a relationship with myself. In Marianne Willamson’s A Return to Love, she explains that when we ask God for an intimate relationship, He may send us relationships that gives us the opportunity to work through the places in ourselves that need to be healed before we’re ready for the deepest intimacy.
And so my advice to whoever is reading: Accept each storm with an open mind…knowing each storm in our life serves a purpose. So in the meantime, turn off the news, or Judge Judy and grab a book, or a board game for the family…take advantage of your immobility! There are so many treasures hidden in the eye of the storm just waiting to be discovered! Yesterday I stood outside, watching the leaves flutter in the sky, like a swarm of butterflies, nature never ceases to amaze me. Even the trees surrendered to the winds…no resistance..just total acceptance, as everything seemed to just let go and enter the flow…teaching us all the true meaning of weathering the storm.
- Storms Will Come (alifearchitect.wordpress.com)
- An Intimate Relationship with Yourself (shambhala.com)
- The Storms Of Life (gibsongirl247.wordpress.com)
- Mead on Sandy and Perspective (commentarymagazine.com)
- Put your best foot forward (vtwest.wordpress.com)
- Please forgive me… (thedailysisterhood.wordpress.com)
I love it when the angels acknowledge to me that they’ve heard me acknowledging them…I just recently (5 minutes ago) read that black feathers hold a different message..which is: ‘pay attention, a transition is coming’
- Angelic Signs… (misifusa.wordpress.com)