Two Beckoned Change

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Two beckoned Change.
Change heard their request
and eagerly responded…

One experienced  the waves of change,
panicked that a tsunami approached,
and created a stone fortress
out of a paralyzing fear,
unwishing the desire to transform
after all,
it wasn’t what she expected.
The tsunami came
as she feared.

The other watched
the storm-like waves approach
as the thick fog blinded her
to all around her;
Trust came to her
urging her to believe;
in that moment
she opened herself
to Trust,
taking a step forward
though she could not see the way.

The first was battered, a victim;
the second reaped
the abundance and joy
the Universe offered.

Two beckoned Change.
Change responded.
Each chose.

Fruits Along the Path

Along the path,
fruits await as gifts
for us to celebrate
if we dare put down
the burdens we carry
through forgiveness, acceptance, gratitude…
it is when our hearts are open
and we are free from burdens of the past
that we are able to truly
embrace
love, abundance, happiness…
to live in truth, in light, fully aware
of the magic surrounding us.

 

I am a River

I am a river
emotions flowing
cradled by the banks
embracing me
supporting me
inviting me to simply let go
my heart opens even wider…

My waters teeming with life
fish swimming in my life-force current…
tadpoles darting in my peaceful pool
flirting with the edges of my current
stretching with growing pains
as they transform into their mature frogselves…
green leaf-pads support lilies
opening to the dancing sun rays from above…
water snakes slithering out from my placid pool
slinking into my fast-flowing currents
relaxing into my stream of consciousness…

 My banks beckon visitors,
“Come play along my edges; I will frolic with you.
Come wash in my waters; I will cleanse you.
Come drink my liquids; I will replenish you.
Come join me; I will support you.
Come, my friends.
I have abundance to share with you.
Come, my friends.
I await you.
Come, my friends.” 

The blue heron who has quenched his thirst
with my waters for many seasons
stand one last time on my rockbed
aware of the time– for moving on
his wings flap, flap, flap,
he takes flight soaring higher and higher
circling overhead for only a moment…
he must answer the call
to follow his instincts to another river
another space
another life…

 

I offer peace in the midst of storms
I whisper in the darkness
I sparkle in the brilliant sun rays
I am a river.

 

Namaste,
L and Muse

 

Weight of Snow

Like the evergreen tree
we hold the newly fallen snow…
a light dusting, the small cares of daily life…
heavy snow, the burdens we hold on to
that weigh us down,
preventing us from moving forward
and yet, how do we shake off these heavy burdens?
In some moments we are paralyzed by the heaviness in our hearts,
but in some moments we have the courage to shake ourselves
allowing the weight to fall away
and our limbs are free in the breeze
to sway and dance
the burdens offered to the earth as a gift…
We now are able to leap forward
accepting the gifts and abundance
awaiting us joyfully.

 

Namaste,
L and Muse