enter your piece of peace
heal thyself oh writress
share the sharing parts
let go what is not offered
MAKE AN OFFERING
enter the silence.
you are here, together,
entering the dream
of being together
heal and grow
heal and know
this be that
forever
speak they name
speak my name
say it
what needs the
saying
then come
when you are
ready
we are always
waiting--ready--
for you
come.
elizaBeth Benson's poetic journey through her daily life as an artist, mom, spirit, lover, human being
Showing posts with label going for it. Show all posts
Showing posts with label going for it. Show all posts
Sunday, April 27, 2008
dearest yes maker
dearest yes maker
what holds me here?
in silent fear of fearful years
passing ever into gone?
i wander lost and on and on
forever circling round the thing
what holds me in this spiral ring?
in and out the dance and shout
of yes and no not now
but what is it that keeps me
keeping boxes stacked of weepings
weeping let it go to flow
dear river
heal me won't you let me know?
help me let it go?
beyond beyond in dervish
whirling
stop this digging up and
squirreling
letting ride the sweetest bet
take me home--yet not quite yet
i ask to see the daughter grown
the son of heart to come back home
the son of body dunking dreams
the husband featured in my seams
of all sewn up, fastened securely
here we be so of this worldly
wander just
the apple blossoms
leave the fruit
to drop
i come in season
to this yearning
hopeful here this
page now twirling
oft the shadow
here this night
a glimmer, flicker
final light this tide
does sweep out undertow
this weather sure to overblow
i come into this windy place
and ask my light go out
to face the
curtains call
courageous
bowing one
not stumbling
but allowing
here the winters wisdom turns
thee old now
one and all
go out now--
into fall.
what holds me here?
in silent fear of fearful years
passing ever into gone?
i wander lost and on and on
forever circling round the thing
what holds me in this spiral ring?
in and out the dance and shout
of yes and no not now
but what is it that keeps me
keeping boxes stacked of weepings
weeping let it go to flow
dear river
heal me won't you let me know?
help me let it go?
beyond beyond in dervish
whirling
stop this digging up and
squirreling
letting ride the sweetest bet
take me home--yet not quite yet
i ask to see the daughter grown
the son of heart to come back home
the son of body dunking dreams
the husband featured in my seams
of all sewn up, fastened securely
here we be so of this worldly
wander just
the apple blossoms
leave the fruit
to drop
i come in season
to this yearning
hopeful here this
page now twirling
oft the shadow
here this night
a glimmer, flicker
final light this tide
does sweep out undertow
this weather sure to overblow
i come into this windy place
and ask my light go out
to face the
curtains call
courageous
bowing one
not stumbling
but allowing
here the winters wisdom turns
thee old now
one and all
go out now--
into fall.
Labels:
calling,
fear,
going for it,
grief life,
moving on,
negotiating with death,
passages,
speaking up
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