separate yourself. To start taking on ideas that who you are isn’t okay. If you relate to my art and you too, feel as though you feel the full spectrum of life, the full spectrum of emotion, my intention with this poem is to remind you that you’re not alone, that you’re not crazy and that what you’re feeling is valid. It’s easy for us to compare ourselves to others, put our experiences to the side because we fear that others can’t understand us. Yet, in that fear we suppress the very things that make us unique, our capacity to feel, our capacity for true compassion, the power of our sensitivity and our ability to interact with the what’s beneath the surface, with the vast nuances and intricacies of both the human and spiritual experience, to see them as one. If you relate to this, the words in this poem are for you, to remind you that you are a gift, exactly as you are.
A dying breath
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A flame with nothing but embers left
As I said goodbye to every test
That I’ve ever met
Oh how I am prepared
No old self spared in this renewal
In this death
To re-birth
Where all that I know comes first
A thirst for the mystery
Re-writing history
Afraid others won’t understand me
The simplicity
The complexity
Of my capacity
To know duality
To hold polarity
To lean into insanity
On the knives edge between genius and madness
Oh how deeply I grieve in sadness
For the me that never had the space
To express all that, inside, she faced
Always feeling out of place
Wishing she could receive an embrace
Because wasn’t I enough as I was?
Aren’t I enough as I am?
That’s what I asked the world
When I was a young girl
She had so much courage
So much strength
That could never be bent
Or moulded
She always knew that she was destined
To walk a different path
That grew from the seeds in her heart
And although she never knew where to start
She was brave
Taking steps anyway
Even in the days
She had little faith
Now, she knows that her past is not her fate
How long she did wait
To feel oneness
To know unity
To remember that she is whole
Now she walks a path led by the bold
Without conforming to what’s told
She can’t fold to the stories she tells herself
The words that someone else may say
Like, hey, “you’re not worthy”
“you’ve gone crazy”
“you’ll be begging saying save me
when everything falls apart and fails”
But I put my faith in a holy grail
That I am so much more than I can begin to imagine
So much more than I can put into words
I am everything
I am nothing
Fully trusting
In the I am, that I am
Not lusting after illusion
Falling into confusion
But alive, as The Dao (what is The Dao? - http://afe.easia.columbia.edu/special/china_1000bce_daoism.htm)
I don’t worry about the how
I simply walk to the beat of the drum inside
Peace, ease and joy, my only prize
Oh I love that I get to live my life
Not afraid to cry
Not afraid to die
Alive, fully opened eyes
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with love,
Emma
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