Take The Leap

Ocean Cliff, Stallions, Woman

Stranded on the ocean cliff.
Or so it seems.

On a bright, full-moon night,
she finds herself.
At peace.
At last.

A gentle, yet fierce beauty,
imbued with a force of hundreds of horses.

Strong, born to be wild,
ready to gallop whenever and wherever she calls.

The glaring sky is filled with millions stars,
From one horizon to the other.

The cold autumn wind is sweeping through the air.
The path is crystal clear.
The chill – she feels it to her bones.

The unexpected leap of fate.
The buck is safe – for now.
The deer – no longer caught in headlights.

Shhhh, slow down my muse, my vital force.
He begins to whistle as she glides with ease.
There is no need to speed.

Too close lurks the edge.
Beware, the ocean’s rough.
The cliffs are rising,
it’s dark, it’s steep.

An exhilarating thrill shines through her eyes.
The steadfast bracing of his heart.

Breathe, co-regulate.
There is no need to rush.
Hold my hand – if you will.

She sails across the seven seas…
the stallions set free.

Savoring their final dance.

Take the leap,
Trust your beat,
Take that chance.

This… is Your Dance.

My Trusting Self

Two Girls sitting by the Ocean

Such magnificence by the ocean,
So much aliveness in togetherness of folding and unfolding.
From my heart to your heart.
Longing – Yes, I too am longing.

My heart is swelling as I fly between two corners of the world,
Filled with all your blessings.
They carry me home – from your home to my home.
I carry you home with every beat of my heart.

My heart beats with your heart wrapped in a cozy warm blanket.
I savour the precious, the sacred, the magic.  

My muse, my source of inspiration!
Yes, you are my elevation.

I move with you on a dance floor, together and apart.
I hold your essence; I hold it closest to my heart.

I fold towards my heart like the petals of a rose fold in at night.
Oh, the sweet fragrance of your hearts.
I close my eyes, my body sways.
I move, I am moved inside out,
together and apart.

Perceive to Receive

Eyes of Perception

I perceive.
Eyes receive.
You perceive me.
Your eyes receive me.
How? Is there a difference?
The eyes are the mirror of the soul.
They look to see beyond.
No likes, dislikes, aversions, or attachments.  
When you realize that “Eyes receive”,
you too are ready to “receive.”
Fully, as it is – no filters applied.
Both, light and the absence of light flow through.
Such is my yardstick,
teaching me how to surrender.  
Being soft as mud not hard as a brick.  

If You Dare to Believe

There is a source of immense power
that you have access to,
through yourself,
at any given moment in time.
But only if you dare to believe…

You need to find courage,
extend your trust that you can,
and you will.

How else could you have come this far in life?
Every single day.
Step by step, you believed that you could,
since the moment you took your very first step.

Perhaps you were lucky
to have been graced by the support
from those precious ones on your way.

A nudge, a wink,
a few encouraging words or a heartfelt hug.
It might have been a good friend,
who extended his or her strong belief that you can.
And you did!
Such is the force of love,
courage, true friendship, and trust—
They move mountains
inside out
when you dare to believe.

I know you can.
You know you can.
You did it before.
by the power of Grace,
you will do it again!

A few thoughts I had while finishing this beautiful poem – they are about courage.  
Courage cannot be fabricated. When in the presence of a person who lives a life of integrity and authenticity I get a very special kind of sensation that moves me from within – a palpable , tangible experience that penetrates beyond mental precept. The air around such an individual is denser, for they radiate a special kind of charisma and stamina that sets them apart from the rest. They have achieved a very high level of integration and are pretty much consistently living a life of inner peace, harmony, content with what life presents and what they are able to manifest. Such is the power of the force of the Self. Being aware, living a fairly simple yet noble life, being of service, being grateful, forgiving, understanding, kind, wise, loose in opinions.
Live and let live, with an open mind and a soft heart.
It’s a new day, a new dawn and such is my insight of today.
May it be blessed.

Unto ThySelf

Man sitting by the river

A new day is setting in.
I wake up to begin,
to catch the magic in-between,
before I join the mainstream.

Stillness is arising from within,
the hum reverberating deep inside my head.
I focus on my breath—
No, I am not mad.

What keeps me here?

I wonder.
Why on Earth have I become to be?
I ponder.

Who am I?
No more thoughts, all words reside.
The soothing sound starts resonating deep inside.

I fill my lungs with fresh morning air.
I have the privilege, so I can.
Thank you for this gift called life,
despite the pressure of the Kali Yuga1 time.

We all arrive with assorted blessings,
accompanied by eclectic weighings,
plentiful aspirations painting each and every canvas.

The unfulfilled desires that we brought to this world,
the newly forged ones
to keep us entertained…
I do wonder, are we all a bit insane?
How long can we keep up this game?

What happens when all your desires get exhausted,
when they disappear?
When the joie de vivre2 loses its mystical appeal?

At last, will I be able to surrender,
to become your Luciferus,
your Phosphorus,
your light bearer?
Offering myself unto you,
serving you without question,
no expectations,
without resistance,
zero interference…

Will I? Can I?

My path is no longer a question of choice.
My journey is your journey—
a journey of surrender unto you.
As I bow before you,
I prostrate myself.
I give myself to you.
I lose MySelf
unto ThySelf.

Tears cleanse from within
and I hold on to the eternal hum.

My truth is your truth,
and I shall walk this path as long as it may take,
shining light upon you
as long as fire burns inside me—
as long as you will have me,
as long as you will hold me, guide me.

1. “Joie de vivre“(French):  joy of living or enjoyment of life.
2. Kali Yuga (Sanskrit कलियुग): the age of darkness or the age of quarrel and hypocrisy.

The Poet’s Flow

Waterfall and sunrise

It’s all right here,
at the tip of my fingers.
All I have to do
is take my favorite pen
and spill it over.

Words flow,
water flows,
blood flows,
tears flow,
sweat flows.
Emotions, love, time, thoughts, days,
impressions, music, memories, life…
all in perpetual flow.

When it doesn’t flow,
we get stiff, clogged up,
ready to explode, erupt.

I have to let it go,
let it flow.
I have no choice but to hold
on to my silver pen, spill my ink,
and take the plunge
so I can open up my clogged-up sink.

And you, my dear,
who dwells behind your lovely, gentle pair of eyes,
soaking in the world around you,
what would your life look like
without your pair of priceless gems?

Thank them for giving you the sight
as you soak in all the beauty that surrounds us,
calling us forth, embracing us, every step, every breath.

My life is full of vibrant colors,
yet sometimes all I see is black and white.
If only I was wiser,
if only I would learn to be more grateful,
and count my blessings while I still can…
Why do I make you suffer?
How on Earth can I be so cruel
towards myself, to you, to those around me?

Will it ever be revealed?
The true site of tortuous monsters
that feed on the misery of others?

Calculated starvation is the key to set the monsters free,
for they do not belong to you or me.
Set them free so you can set yourself free!

Remember what it feels like to be free,
invoking the moments of joy, lightness, love, and hope.

Take a brush
and paint your canvas with the colors of the rainbow.
Let it spill all over,
surrender, let it stream.

Enter your innermost bliss
through the symphony
of your unique colorful harmony.

Let your signature exude your innermost joy,
the one that draws out your smile,
your shine,
the glory of your innermost being—
the one that transcends all your hidden monsters.
Let the battle for victory begin!

Be content, grateful, and liberated,
in knowing you are dearly loved
by allowing to be loved…
Yes, that kind of love.

Allowing to be loved, the monsters fade away.

There’s no pressure.
Just show up,
open up,
lift up your spirit,
and let it flow.

We are all a bit afraid of being open,
allowing others to get too close,
to be fully seen.

We are afraid of what they will see,
and if they see,
when they see,
will they still have us,
love us,
accept us fully,
see beyond,
see us for who we truly are?

Each of us with our own monsters,
the hidden ones,
the ones we are afraid of
revealing to the world—
the ones we’ve grown up with.

But there comes a point in life
when the monsters choose to be seen.
They have had enough of darkness,
and it’s time for them to feel the light.

Even monsters have a life to live,
a will to move on,
a desire to evolve.
Once they’ve had enough,
they want to go.

When that moment comes,
it’s time for us to let the monsters go.

Forgive, be grateful, and let them go.
It’s time to let them go!

Temet Nosce - KnowThyself

I will write myself towards liberation,
pull out all the required ink,
and spill myself over,
until not a single drop is left,
but me (@brigitree)