Easter Poems
This easter Lynn, Allison, Kelly and I experienced the powerful feeling of creating our own rituals. We manifested an Easter holiday that combines our personal values: good food, incredible hostessing (By Kelly Riggio!), personalized gift-giving, fun activities, spending time in nature and enjoying each other’s company. Here are some poems we created in a beautiful shared process. We each contributed lines to each poem.
Lynn’s Poem
Giving it some thought, I no longer need to beat myself up
Instead, I need to celebrate my simple right to be.
The joy of that is seeing clearly who I am
I am peace. I am enough. I am.
Love and worthy of love.
This feeling is my gift to share with the love-starved world
I share this gift freely, knowing that I also give it to myself
Like any good actor, I am attempting to find my light
Put myself on stage where it suits me, not just my audience
The truest works that I can speak come from the deepest heart.
That quiet space where the voice I’m hearing sounds a lot like god
And the God I’m hearing sounds a lot like me.
Now that I think about it, God is me.
Allison’s Poem
Putting down punishment…
The need to judge myself and others
Instead I’m going to let go, and let God
Knowing that God is who I truly Am
Revealed in my details, dissonance and resonance becoming song
I’m singing in praise of a new way to BE.
Compassion and deep actual passionate love of me. Sensitivity. And Gratitude.
I’m reawakening the parts of me that aren’t afraid to hear what my mind and body and heart are telling me.
I’m saying “walk towards all of it. It’s okay. You have everything you need.”
Your feet will carry you, your hands will build.
The miracle of New Life.
Sangita’s Poem
This year I am letting go of so many things
My need to work without rest, disbelieving my intuition and working my body too hard
So hard that I pass out at the end of the day, broken.
Because, like a muscle, I have to tear down and rebuild for the next morning.
Rebuild. Rebirth. Renew. A different you. Today.
I am I love I grow I die I begin again.
I am actively, proactively, carefully and intentionally manifesting abundance.
The kind of abundance that never runs out, and lasts forever and ever and ever
All of this flows through me, my blood, my bones.
My back curved up to stretch the pulse, my rush of blood.
Flood of sexy lovely bliss.
In this sacred moment.
Cause let’s be honest,
I’m bringing sexy back.
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