Ancient Mother

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Ancient mother lives within,
Spinning up the tales of our soul,
Planting the seeds of future ideations,
Harboring the boats that sail on salty tears
Cried for past generations and future warriors

Laboring for love’s last breath on our lips,
She bears the fruit of victory over death,
Her last breath given to save us from ourselves,
Only to rise again from the ashes we created,
Strengthening the warrior inside

Despite the fear,
Despite the rage,
She frees us from our cage of self-imposition
And our bondage with the broken ties of past regrets

This love she holds is boundless,
Always available to mend our tender hearts
And set the broken pieces to sail
On the sea of her open, endless heart

©SpiritLed 2017

Emerging

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When did they first clip your wings?
When did you go to fly,
Like you’d done so many times before
And instead of soaring,
Fell, lifeless, to the ground?

When did you learn that flying high
Is too threatening for some,
So you shouldn’t – you didn’t – fly at all?

And when did that moment come,
When the pain of not flying,
The phantom pain of forgotten wings,
Became too much to bear?

When did you no longer have a choice but continue to suffer
Or uncover that which had seemingly been lost,
To delicately unfold those withered wings,
Longing for devotion,
And see if they could still hold
The weight of your dreams?

©SpiritLed 2017

Broken Open

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How does the love shine through you?
How does the light find its way?

Through the cracks
And the holes
And the broken open soul

The heartbreaks
The love aches

The nights on our knees
Drowning in prayer
Waking up in the morning
Gasping for air

These moments of brokenness open the path
To the lighthouse within, to peace from the wrath,

The moment is ready for those with hearts open
Light and love shine right through where one is broken

©SpiritLed 2017

Gathering of the Flame

Attraction

This light, so hard to carry
This light, so difficult to bear

At times, more a burden than a blessing
More a challenge than an easy road

And yet our hearts still call us to the flame
As moths endure their sacred dance

To fly despite the burning
Strip down the wings but not the character

Nor the pollination of beauty,
Keeping light alive

Even with burnt wings
Even when hope seems futile

The gathering of the flame
Is our birthright and our quest

©SpiritLed 2017

This Light

Heart-shape for the nature.

Being seen, being heard
It’s in our DNA,
Coursing through these bodies
We call home

For each desire to hide our light,
There is a deeper urging
For someone to understand,
To see the meaning in our existence,
To hear our deepest existential thoughts
Which tie one generation, one civilization,
To the next

This, the fabric of our inner workings,
Provides a glimpse into our eternal nature,
A roadmap to explain the longing
To be known for who we are

Not as this body,
But as this soul,
This heart,
This light

©SpiritLed 2017

Mystery

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You’re here for a purpose
Lifetimes in the making
Converging now in this time,
This place,

For reasons of ancient intent and current necessity,
Your purpose now partially appearing
From behind the shroud of your mind,
Whispering hints as you manage,
Never giving up hope,
Always fighting back fear,

The world a vast mystery in the palm of your hand
Secure in your knowledge of purpose and reason
Yet “what,” “why,” and “how,”
These are the questions unanswered,

Revealed in due time
With the precision of angels
Brought down for the peace of this world

©SpiritLed 2017

Earth Angel Ballad

Daylight Angel banishes night
Making our way, on down the line
Through the cadence and chorus, the withering vine
Of time on the lam, down lanes in the rain
Flitting like butterflies, wings stretched to the sun
Ready and waiting, new adventures to come

Despite flashes of lightening, rumbling across the great sky
The path we are travailing, a dark stain in heart’s eye
Full of the perils of a life fully-lived
Dodging the arrows so generously given

Piercing our hearts, allowing the bleed
To drain us of that which we don’t really need
Leaving a path for others who follow
So their way may be easier, less difficult to swallow

Forsaking ourselves for the task at our hand
Marching along to our very own band
The sun setting lower, the time drawing near
Undaunted by difficulty, hard work, or fear

The time is at hand, the time where we know
The new world is upon us, we all are now home

©SpiritLed 2017