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There is a fire rising in the depths of my belly
Sweeping me up in a blaze of change
Ripping apart everything I have ever known
Yet it also brings me to a place of empowerment.
There is a breeze stirring the roots of my hair
I know not exactly what it wants me to do.
All I know is that it makes me want to whip off my shoes
And run barefoot through a meadow with tall fragrant grass.
There is a magic spell that is summoning my mouth to move
To speak from the depths of the truths contained within heart and soul.
I am told that words can be a weapon to destroy
Or the bridge that brings two worlds together.
There is a song that the trees are singing to my tired body
So soft and gentle that I almost miss the tune.
A sweet lullaby that also rocks my children to sleep
Because my children are their children too.
There is a wisp of a dream making its way into my heart
I wonder if I created it in a time and space that I have forgotten.
Did it come here to wake me from my slumber?
I do hope that it is not too hard to remind me of that beauty.
There are wildflowers blooming in a space inside my mind
Where I have planted passion and inspiration with a dose of love.
On days that my spirit is flagging and I must dig a little deeper
I know these faithful friends will serve me for as long as I need.
There is a phoenix that is rising from the fire in my belly
That wondrous space that gave my Authentic Self birth again, again and again…
Mighty and graceful, peaceful and compassionate is she who is born of ashes
The symbol of my daily challenge where Ego must battle Authenticity.
There is a space inside me where these ashes are held
Where once in a while I go to honour the old and say thank you.
From the might of embers burnt down to the ground
Stands a warrior with scars from wounds that hold power no longer.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom.
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