I will turn you into good you can stay as long as you like I’ll never bite, and I’ll never ‘should’ I will turn you inside out
The moments full of grasps sets the tone for my life Fighting for the lasts pondering an afterlife
They show up like comrades without warning or knowing energetically linked with light helping to keep me going
The only reason for a season is to force us back together again and again The changing leaves, the longing tides it’s cooler now, we must gather and not hide
I will turn you into good you can stay as long as you like I’ll never bite, and I’ll never ‘should’ I will turn you inside out
Say what you say for one more day so I can rise full of love, with a pace to slay The words lay not just in my heart but inside and around and glazed upon my skin
Painted into light, distinguished singing with wings, swimming with breath bursting with bright, following the depth I watch the stars from a fluid place
Breaking free has an illusory feeling I am here, feet on earth, hands in sky Chose to come, chose to be, chose to give I am here to feed, to heal and to undo the greed
The truth takes time to find It’s there though, way deep inside the mind Then poof, there is no going back She is gone and found at the same time, without any lack
Let it come, let it run Let it be, let it go Let it shine, let it find Let it grow, let it flow
Through empty forests with wisdom too far known Through terrifyingly wide waters deeply held and spread, always alone
It is not without resistance we are shapeshifters with gifts to share, to blend and to receive I wait in line, frozen, then… proceed
I don’t peel my carrots because I like to feel like a horse munching away, teeth opposite from parrots Huge honkers, made for grazing of course
And graze I sure do it makes the day flow a little smoother Sometimes I eat standing up, do you? I’m alone usually, and definitely a mover
When you reach that point of being obsessed with being alone loving your dances in the kitchen Oops this one isn’t rhyming, oh well
There’s only like five people reading this which makes no difference to me The beautiful way the words never miss Leaving my heart and my lips, each time always feels like a kiss
This poem started out about carrots then horses, then solitude, what’s next? Clouds, weather, cats, furniture, ferrets? What do you eat that’s your favourite treat?
Intentional choices to bring home the best feelings inside our soul, it’s different for you than it is for me, but in common we are blessed by the moments we share, the kindness we do
Sitting or standing, laughing or crying Eating or drinking, listening or telling Moments and stories, hope and love Horses, parrots, ferrets, carrots, or cake
The pathless woods is never pathless if you’re in it, the path follows you even if you’re running naked, full of madness The trees unmarked, that’s the juice!
I like where this poem is going now let’s talk more about nakedness and trees Isn’t it nice, sitting nude outside feeling the breeze? Except when someone interrupts, geez Louise
I’m tired and just spent twenty minutes chopping carrots it’s great though, because tomorrow I can chomp those suckers back, and feed the ferrets I kind of wish I had a ferret friend, I’d call him Zorro
We’d sit on my couch and snuggle he wouldn’t say a word, just wiggle Do ferrets eat carrots? Zorro would I think I’m going crazy, is this even understood?
Doesn’t matter, it’s fun and maybe I made you laugh. If not, that’s ok too I’m hungry again, damn what should I do? Stand up, dance, put the carrots on the stove and make some soup!
You came to me, I came to you, today in this time because our souls were together once before in a past time. You feel what you do, I feel what I do because we have felt this before. It’s something inside of us that is familiar, but also beyond both of us. I know you, you know me.
We were together on a ship out at sea.
There were many others on the ship and there were catastrophic storms, illnesses and grief. We latched onto each other and took to work holding, healing, tending to, and protecting the ones around us during hardship. We were the strong ones looking out for them.
As the winds blew, the ship rocked, the waves surmounting the boat, the rain torrentially hitting, soaking, freezing, we did not stop. We saved many fellow shipmen, but some we could not. I always felt deep pain for the ones we lost. The pain lasted weeks, months, from not being able to save them all. It’s why I am who I am.
At the end of each treacherous day, you and I would comfort each other. After giving our energy, using our resources, applying our care, we would sit down in a corner. A special corner. This is a memory I am not sure why and how I have but it’s there. Wet, cold, hungry and embraced.
We would sit in this corner under a blanket drinking in each other’s warmth. I was huddled inside you, your arms wrapped around me and we were inside a cocoon regenerating one another’s vibration. Protecting ourselves from those around us for just a moment, to stop, to breathe, to give one another comfort and solace. We were tired. So exhausted from fighting the storms, battling the rages and helping to keep the ship afloat so everyone felt as safe as possible. Hoping always to make it to that wondrous shore off in the distance. Land. Sand. Trees. Fresh water. Land animals. A better life. The two of us were nominated the care takers of this ship, the givers, the knowers and the bringers of light and humour during fearful times. We wore the badges proudly.
The day we met in this life, before thinking, before knowing, I gave you a glass of water out of instinct and it was the only thought, the only action, the only understanding that I had in that moment that felt necessary. I must give him water to drink.
It has so much meaning to me now after being reunited with this story. When I looked at you it was as if I had quenched your thirst before and this was just a reenactment of where we had once been. It is a story written many, many years ago and it’s why, we will always be connected and protecting each other from wherever we are during whatever storms we may face. We are experienced and we are stronger because of one another.
It’s why letting go feels strange.
Because we were latched so tightly, so deeply, and in such meaningful position and purpose once before, that deep inside it’s a recognition difficult to separate from. But it is wonderful to know and to understand. There is beauty in it. But letting go of it, doesn’t undo what we did, what we have, and the impact we made. Remembering being in that corner of the ship with you, it carries me, reminds me and sends me forward with a force that I am blessed to have.
This story is not untrue.
It is the very truth of a past life experience that I have ever felt and known. The ship, the people, the blanket, the cold, the rain, the waves, the storms, the raging sea, the darkness, the light, the stars, the stillness, it’s all a part of me. And it is a part of you.
The way the moon and its light cared for us, directing our path and leading us exactly here. You are drawn to look up at the sky as am I. It’s what we did. We knew we were being guided well by the stars and so still, we are. We trust and we know.
I hope this story brings to you the feelings and sensations that it brings to me. Deep wisdom, peace, ignited spiritual energy and the most powerful resilience there is.
Emma Wisdom 