Writing our Wrongs
Dancing in circles, righting or writing our reality
Looking back — sharpened gaze
centuries-old — battling good and evil
opposing forces — an inward journey
present are we — gather cosmic feelings
beginning and the end — labels lost meaning
in this place but not of it.
Looking forward — rewriting stories
historical repeating — broken wheels
broken wings — learning to fly once more.
Penning paths — written truths
self-proclaimed — righting leftward moving
dancing in circles — vibratory enveloped song
what came over me — to thee peace tranquility
aviators sing — passing feathers carrying a tune
in this place but not of it.
~Ani Po
Sitting on this prompt, when family called with great necessity, I traveled to where I was needed.
Unable to write my wrongs with pen in hand, forced to sit in the thick of suffering songs handed down from generations, breathing peace and tranquility.
Words began to spew from fifteen years of entering shadowy works of self, dropping an invitation to wisdom holding the light. Lessons for others but attentive ear translating to self as words began to flow — radical acceptance, redirection and patience of a higher sort.
Aided by the words shared by Marilyn Flower in her inspired piece on Radical Acceptance.
Thank you, Ravyne Hawke for this prompt, Diana C., for holding this sacred space, jules, Spyder, and the whole Know Thyself Heal Thyself family, for inspiring and daring to be inspired.
Recently, mom was on her last breath. The medical team called her future death. The family came and held her tight in loving light, giving strength to her wanting to fight. The last string was about to snap, grasping for another, climbing over the edge that nearly took everything away.
She is now in full recovery mode, and the family has come together in ways not known before.
