Poem of the Month
MARCH 2014
By DelRita Butler
I woke this morning feeling as though,
I could be anything!
I can do anything!
I could rise!
I could be something other than this person
caught in someone else’s dream,
sharing someone else’s story
needing someone else’s approval
to dance, to write, to sing, to feed.
I could feel the blue release of this epiphany
I could swallow patterns
that no longer served and release.
This morning the embers within my core glowed yellow,with a smidgeon of orange.
This morning I usurped that pragmatist,
wearing my clothes,
and walking my in my shoes.
This morning I lost count of the days
before last night’s end,
before I uttered intentions and wrote them down.
I wrote them, changed them, and crossed them out.
All the while, my voice kept egging me on.
She became a nag and harassed me in the quiet,
She knew it was time!
She knew it was time!
Then I received what I implored!
A blade to cut tethers which held me,
and dreams to inspire,
dreams to drift,
and locations which depend only on me.
Upon my own pace…
upon my own my desire.
I woke up this morning with insight
into my own life,
and with the tools to burn my baggage…
Set me free!
By DelRita Butler
I woke this morning feeling as though,
I could be anything!
I can do anything!
I could rise!
I could be something other than this person
caught in someone else’s dream,
sharing someone else’s story
needing someone else’s approval
to dance, to write, to sing, to feed.
I could feel the blue release of this epiphany
I could swallow patterns
that no longer served and release.
This morning the embers within my core glowed yellow,with a smidgeon of orange.
This morning I usurped that pragmatist,
wearing my clothes,
and walking my in my shoes.
This morning I lost count of the days
before last night’s end,
before I uttered intentions and wrote them down.
I wrote them, changed them, and crossed them out.
All the while, my voice kept egging me on.
She became a nag and harassed me in the quiet,
She knew it was time!
She knew it was time!
Then I received what I implored!
A blade to cut tethers which held me,
and dreams to inspire,
dreams to drift,
and locations which depend only on me.
Upon my own pace…
upon my own my desire.
I woke up this morning with insight
into my own life,
and with the tools to burn my baggage…
Set me free!
February 2014
Changes
Changes are in the air
I can feel them blowing across my face
I do not know of them yet
But they will alter time and space
What is familiar to me now
Will be changed for the universal best
To control this is not for me
For letting go of fear is a spiritual test
- Lisa Nixon
Changes
Changes are in the air
I can feel them blowing across my face
I do not know of them yet
But they will alter time and space
What is familiar to me now
Will be changed for the universal best
To control this is not for me
For letting go of fear is a spiritual test
- Lisa Nixon
July 2013
In dream-time we gather, wise women, wild hearts.
Was it you I saw, out there among the stars, ecstatically stomping your feet to the rhythm of their steady chant?
Was it your roar I heard echoing from the mountains?
Was it your touch that melted my skin into honey?
Did you call me closer, did we rest together in the elephants eye?
Was it you?
I once had a dream where women ( millions of us) marched in Silence.
Not a word was spoken.
What was powerful was the silence. Nothing needed to be said.
In the Silence, everything could be heard from our collective heart.
Leanne (http://awakeningwomen.com)
Was it you I saw, out there among the stars, ecstatically stomping your feet to the rhythm of their steady chant?
Was it your roar I heard echoing from the mountains?
Was it your touch that melted my skin into honey?
Did you call me closer, did we rest together in the elephants eye?
Was it you?
I once had a dream where women ( millions of us) marched in Silence.
Not a word was spoken.
What was powerful was the silence. Nothing needed to be said.
In the Silence, everything could be heard from our collective heart.
Leanne (http://awakeningwomen.com)
