Make Way for Healing

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Write it down
Speak it out
Across the cool, still waters
So that the current may carry you
As far away as makes you comfortable
And free

Loose whatever holds you prisoner
Into the darkest night,
Never to return
Unless you call it home

For you are not bound
To suffer for eternity
To grieve the choices, thoughts,
And actions gone awry

Those were yours
But they belong to you no more.
Though you still carry them,
A great burden upon your back

Yet you have the power
To speak it out
Write it out
Release it from your soul
Make way for the healing
That is to come

©SpiritLed 2017

Baptism by Soul Water

Well and water

The well never runs dry
You just dig a little deeper
Down below the stories
And the stalemates
At the core of it all

The water runs clear and fresh
Cleans away all impurities
Renews and regenerates
All the places you forget exist

Baptism by soul water
That’s what it is
The cleanest you’ll ever be

©SpiritLed 2015

The Peace of the Willows

The peace of the willows
is found in the gentle cool breezes
as they pass through each blade
swishing softly to produce
a safe haven where the mind
can rest at the end of a weary day

Rest by the water’s edge,
trickling stream navigating
over life’s rocky challenges
to flow on, around the bends
and turns, through darkness
and light to the vast delta
of understanding, faith, and hope
where all life comes together,
as far as the eyes can see
as deep as the heart can feel

Rest there, waves lapping at your feet,
allow the pull to take you under
make you one with their gentle lullaby,
the warm breezes,
the vast expanse which tugs
at you, begging for connection,
the peace, love, and the light of your soul

©SpiritLed 2015

Set Fire to the Night

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When the white hot fire rises,
when all the particles of your body
tremble in righteous indignation,
when even your hair feels a’ sizzle,
eyes shooting flames,
tongue with burning words,
reach deep inside
where the cooling waters flow,
quench your thirst
but not your will to be heard,
to speak your truth,
to own that which is rightfully yours:
your Words, your Truth, your Soul
spoken in love and power,
setting fire to the night
extinguishing the heat
with one fiery embrace

©SpiritLed 2014

More

The final day of vacation holds a sadness
a knowing that the hermit life created for a time must end
that all the sandy remnants washed upon the shore
which once housed life
now provide enjoyment for collectors

as their broken parts begin to renourish the shoreline
as your broken parts started to renourish while on temporary retreat

Yet the wholeness is still fleeting
as soon as the water washes upon the shore
it just as quickly recedes
and even an extended solitary stay
cannot stop the feeling
of slipping away

And so the melancholy pervades
even as the others play and walk the beach
in quiet confidence of more time

More time –
     It’s what you always want
     no matter the endeavor

More time to hug your children
More time to finish your work
More time to stay still

More –
     Nothing is ever enough

Why can’t the blessed moments in life be enough
     without wanting more?

Each moment is encapsulated in the now, past and
     future are no longer or not yet real

More implies lack, and looking out at this expanse
     you know you want for nothing
     except for More

Each shell you collected is real today but gone tomorrow
     and you still want More

Each day a gift, never to be received again
     and yet you sit, melancholy on the sand
     counting the hours until you must part
     rather than counting the waves, the shells,
     the single grains of sand that could fill up
     an entire lifetime of More

Waves, shells, sand
     they know everything comes to an end
     transition is the only way to sustain life
     they share their wisdom
     for those who are open to hear
     those who dare to turn their backs on More

SpiritLed 2014

The Ocean Within

Ebbing and flowing,
cleansing and nourishing,
the tiniest fish that swim
in your veins, to the largest whales
of your soul, rely on the life-giving
water from within, nourished by the sun through day,
directed by the tides at night, touched by
the hand of God and bestowed the power
to create and sustain life, to raise up
great storms and inspire the heart of man,
to love with great fury and tear down walls
built long ago by another people’s war

The water that makes you
is ordained with holy wings,
harness the power of the great ocean inside,
use it not for devastation of the unruly and
sinful parts, but as a sacred trough from which
all may drink and find the blessings of life

©SpiritLed 2014

Sacred Spring

I once wrote what was on my heart
Without thought to form or line
Words flowed freely,
Pouring from me as if a long-ago built
Dam had broken, allowing the pent-up
Stagnant muck behind it to find freedom
Spilling over and rushing downstream
With a fierceness that warned observers
To step back lest they be caught in the torrent.

Behind the sludge, once loosened,
Free-flowed a clear stream of seemingly
Endless inspiration tapped directly from the Source.
Yet how quickly a newly-remembered spring
Is once again muddied by silt and debris.
To remain pure requires constant movement
Removal of garbage, purifying of the sacred water
That longs to move and change
Shape the forming, growing soul
Carve the being into that which
It was born to be.

A Place of Imagining

Water,
A place of imagining
What life could be
All life originates from water
All life is sustained by water
New life begins at the water’s edge
Flanked by green, orange, red, yellow
Falling leaves
Calmness & serenity
Give way to chaos
With only a gentle breeze
Stillness returns
In an instant
Just like life
Where will this new life lead?
Do I need to know right now?
Or simply trust the path
Of the Divine,
The Creator of the water, of life,
Of all that is.