Sunday, June 9, 2013

To Love a Man

I found this on a FB page of one of my friends. I love the words and desired to save them so I have posted them here. So beautiful.

Earlier I posted a beautiful, anonymously written poem called, "To Love a Man". I want to highlight this passage for a minute as I have been talking about this a lot with my soul sisters and writing the material I will be presenting in our fall retreat and future book, The Heroine's Journey:

"Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers

and all the wars and madness their spirits fought

in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt without judgment

And let it all go

Feel into his ancestral burden

And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you

Let him melt in your steady gaze

And know that you need not mirror that rage

Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds."

There is a deep understanding here, a teaching that the priestesses of old knew and used wisely. This knowledge, put into regular action, has the potential to change the world through healing our men. We women need to understand that every man that we love is a microcosm of the world we are living in. Every man carries deep wounds and heavy burdens - not just from within his own life, but also in his DNA and his soul memory. "I love this line, "Feel into his ancestral burden." When we heal one man at a time, we are also repairing the wounds of history and ending a cycle of violence, abuse or chaos. The effect is exponential. We take a giant step toward healing the world.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

The Risk

The Risk

The fortress stands
Built with care and part design
the other in response to storms and wars
nevertheless the best materials used
preventing any future threat
of harm or damage
and yet not one can see the door
no way in
no way out
the fortress creates a jail
imprisoning the heart.
the cry from inside
for release, escape
from this self made contain
the desire to escape
to live
is greater than
desire to remain safe
and thus the eyes can now see
what once was invisible
The door presents itself
and the captive with brave heart
and desperate need for air and life
for so long without air
without life
without pulse
takes the steps to the unknown
and opens the door.
Risk presents a chance
a choice to live
the brave heart throws caution
to the wind
and steps in
Into the chance
that the dreams could be true
The chance invites another prisoner
slightly enticingly familiar
to choose their way out
Embracing the risk
the two
move to the unknown together
Future foggy
Present delightful
And the pulse returns
the knowing of greatness
of possibility
of purpose
of peace.
Risk transforms to love
Love is the chance
Love hears the call
Love cracks open the door
Love restores the peace
Love though risky
no risk at all
Love is freedom
Love is triumphant.