August 24, 2015

Don't You See?

Don't you see? 

Your breath is enough to give my wings flight. 
Your song gives my tired heart the rhythm it needed to awaken. 
Your courage stokes this fire that has been kindling in my belly. 
Your smile warms my bones like a summer day. 
Your release of what does not serve you allows my exhale to surrender. 

Your trust ignites the stars above so I can have evidence enough of my magic. 
Your song lifts me forward in grace. 
Your creation reminds me of the boundless possibilities I can manifest. 

This is our exchange. Our inhales and exhales take turns on this mysterious and wondrous journey.  

And so we remind one another of what it is to truly live. Your love brings color to the dreams I want to unleash. 

I am the ocean and you the sky. 
The infinite horizon between us blurs. 
Most humans can't distinguish where we separate. 

We don't darling. 
We are one in the same. 
An interdependent being of experiences, inspirations and lessons. 

You see it now? 

I knew you would. 

I Am

I breathe deeply. Inhaling and exhaling, breathing life into the depths of me because I have had the wind knocked out of me. I lived once with shallow breaths until I knew enough how deeply I truly wanted to breathe. So I do. And so I am. 

I sing because it feels as though I could fly; away from the cage in which I sometimes paint myself. Song is freedom and connection to the truest and oldest part of my soul. It is how I come alive. I sing. I am. 

I run because I was told to stand still and walk in straight lines for the majority of my life. I continued out of not knowing there was another way; until I figured it out when it became uncomfortable enough. So I run to remind myself I can pave my own way; that I'm not tied to anything, anyone or to myself. I run even when I don't know where I'm going. I run. I am. 

I stare at the sky in awe. Day or night. I stare. I stretch out my arms and feel how boundless I am. I stare in gratitude for the world around me and the gift it is to be alive. I stare because It is a reminder of how small I sometimes shrink into made up stories. I stretch and stare at the infinite horizons and skies to show that there really are no limits. I am. 

I write words because it is the spine of who I am. Writing is a manifestation of my dialogue with this universe. It is how I feel through my humanness and how I listen to the Divine. Words come through me and reveal my soul's whispers and screams. Words breathe life into my observations. It is how I breathe, smile, cry, study, connect and feel life. They are my reminder, my humility, my possibility, my empowerment, relief and hope. Words are my mirror; my greatest teacher. I write. I am. 

I practice yoga. It is my sanctuary. Yoga is how I use my body to explore within. It is my practice for evolution, love, forgiveness, gratitude, acceptance, surrender, and to break through barriers. I practice yoga to connect with my spirit, with others, with this body on this ground and to the God of my own unique understanding. It is how I observe my thoughts. How my body listens to my head. And how my head bows to my heart. Yoga is strengthening the foundation in preparation for flight. Root to rise. I practice. I am. 

I meditate to listen. To return. To begin again and again. To allow my spirit the breathing room it deserves. I meditate to be. To open myself to a connection grander than myself. I meditate to allow myself the space and silence to be. Without judgement or thought. In silence, I am. 

I am. 

A Mother's Love

I hope he lives without mental barriers. 

I wish him to know only the joy in him saying 'yes!'  

I do everything I can to instill and encourage a free heart and uninhibited spirit. 

That his happiness has no limits and his love, no walls. 

I hope he trusts that life is as open and available to him as he is to it. 

I hope he feels the magic he exudes is reflected back to him. 

There is no distinction between us

We have taken many trips together around the sun, you and I. 

The moon has blanketed our dreams with its stars, as we surrender into blissful sleep every night. 

The fire of the day has kindled our possibilities until they implode and the Universe inside of us is unleashed. 

Infinite stars line our belly. 

The moon in our throats and the sun between our eyes. 

We are one. 

There is no distinction between us.