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Poetry as a Medium for Breakthrough
I was at a loss as to the topic for this months Sacred Journal. I was stuck in that age old, writers block. Reaching deep within my self to that primal and primary place where language lies, it came to me to share some of my poetry/ prose with you.
I believe poetry opens a door into our soul that no other form of language can.
Allowing ourselves to express at this level can open a space for release and healing.
Whatever form you choose to release and heal, keep in mind that December 2003 is about breakthroughs, and creating your hearts desire.
May your words flow freely.
Nameste
Charlene
These first two poems speak of transformation and birth. Like the tree there
comes a time in our lives when we must release and let go to make room for
the next level of our spiritual growth.
I Am Autumn
My many colors warm your heart
My gentle breezes cleans your soul
Crackling sounds beneath your feet
A playful reminder that a child still lives within
Fragrances ancient as time itself
Begging - let go.
I am the oldest, wisest, of my sister seasons
Hollowed in the womb of the Crone
Rooted in the soil of Mother
I am the end - I am the beginning
I offer transformation - My promise is a life renewed
I am Autumn - Let Go
©2000 Charlene Ryan
Butterfly
Dear friend Autumn - You teach me about life
Each time I see you - I Know that I must let go
Release parts of me- that no longer serve my growth
I can see the light through you - Your colors gentle and warm
I know it's safe to surrender - I time to be reborn
I am glad it was you who taught me how to fly
Thank you dear Autumn - Your friend the Butterfly
©1996 Charlene Ryan
This poem speaks of childhood memories of love between siblings. As time
went on this love was lost. The child within still yearns for this love.
Brother's Love
Holding hands in the dark - Falling from a tree
Skating round and round we went - Our spirits to set free
It was a scary childhood - You my protector and best friend
With you by my side I could dream - Lost in my fantasy
Filled with love and joy - Belonging and meaning
When did we loose our closeness - How did we drift apart
What's the secret password - That opens up a heart
Mysteries and challenges - Pleasures along the way
Miles and miles of roads traveled - None to familiar doors
Years of heavy burdens - Enlightened conscious bore
Now a place called home within - Still, I long once more
To hear that childhood laughter - Cookla, Fran, and Ollie
When we were children - I felt your love inside
I don't anymore - A brother's love is needed
Waiting, waiting years gone by - No matter if far apart
A brother's love is needed - To brighten up a heart
©1997 Charlene Ryan
Wounded Childhood
Conditioned from childhood - Now that's a scary thought
Molded shaped and rounded - Fitting in a slot
Learning about conditions - Tally up the score
Wounded little children - Who never knew what for
Adulthood heavy armored - Battles fought galore
Never really winning - Losing all the more
Age brings wisdom - Armor left in past
Rich with vulnerability and uncertainty - I walk slower not fast
Waiting and watching every little cue
Encore of this messenger - In service just for you
It comes through me - Few doors block the way
The message is simple - love another way
Not like childhood taught - but flowing circling freedom
That heals the wounded past
©1995 Charlene Ryan
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