About fear …
Moving with the energy of fear is something that is a life long lesson, I think. Fear, like any energy, has the ability to stifle you or to move you. In the times where an opening occurs I am learning to “throw it away” (it being my thoughts and hesitations) and move with my faith. My faith in the knowledge that there is a force much bigger than I can fully envision taking place, and all things that happen to me and of me are apart of that greater force, this greater picture that I have the esteemed opportunity to be apart of. I have the opportunity to be a vehicle of light and beauty, and so I will give of myself as I can.
I am grateful for the painful lessons, the painful separations, the scary connections, the uphill explorations of presented gifts. I am grateful for the love and beautiful partners that help me through this experience. I am grateful for it all. I am truly blessed in it all. I am blessed to be guided by my ancestors, by my family, by the abosom, by the earth, by the Universe, by the Creator. They move through me and with me and with this I give myself. With my heart and spirit I give love and light and inspiration in the best way I can. I’m gonna do this thang and do it well … I’m gonna take my FIRE!!! And enjoy every moment of it! OW!
Dead man’s whisper
Akua Allrich © 2009
Holding on to my fear
I sit and cry
Breathe in the breeze given to me
On the cusp of transition
Even with the abundance of air I can’t catch my breath
Time moves past me at the speed of light
Flash By me with vigor
the dead man whispers to me
Tells me not to let it pass too free
Not to let it pass without grabbing its tail
He says … let it glide you through
Enjoy the ride
Take care not to cry too hard
for the dying babies and the mourning mothers
The broken hearted men
the corrupted grandmothers
Take care to ride with a light heart
Keep sake only the lessons to learn
Throw to the crocks the ugly hurt that often tags along
The dead man, with his smile crooked and sweet
Laughs at rolling tears I send his way
Confused at his words.
Silly girl, you cry for your fear.
Be happy you have it to feel
He says …
You are alive
So live little girl
Ride the wave
Enjoy the ride
Soon you will sit like me
With the dead and gone
The silly ones who must die and do it all over again
And you will sit here as am I
Timeless eyes, only for a moment wisdom filled
Vision clear as those crystal tears
Trusting some silly soul with your words
Until you must return to do what you were sent first to do.
And now I must go and be born again into your temporal world
Soon to forget all that I know now.
He, he! silly girl
Cry, but live
Grab it and do your work!
He laughed a hearty laugh, awkward, and heavy
And he was gone
Born to some unknowing mother, unready for the old soul who now will accompany her through this life,
I close my eyes
Tears still rolling
grab a hold of time
fear in my heart
ride it like a cowgirl.
WOO HOO! LETS GO!