She is Grounded
Her feet buried in the earth
Her hands reaching for the stars
She has found her place
Between Heaven and the molten core
Here, in the moment and yet a part of the infinity
Personal reflection
Quiet, soft
Listening
Universal expansion
Beating, hard
Moving
There is a time for everything
That time is always now
This moment
Never repeated
Often forgotten
Gifted
Nothing is out of place
Nothing is everything
Everything, nothing
Universal
Oneness
Dirt, dust
Ether, energy
Stars, atoms
Explosive
Dust again
Her feet bury deeper into the soft, muddy earth
She loses her balance and places her hands next to her to feel solid
As the mud dries, the cracks appear and she chooses to see the pattern
Of miracles that reveal themselves to her
Like a child she is mesmerised by what she sees
Her heart beating with excitement
She can go home to her mother and look to her with the knowledge
That she too has been given the gift of wisdom
Her feet bury deeper into the damp, wet sand
She loses her balance and sits down in the froth of the tide
Becoming one with the ebb and flow of the water
Understanding the rhythm of the universe, she is now a secret keeper
She will pass this knowledge on to the children of the future
It is her purpose to be the bearer of miracles and wonder
Gifting the secrets of wisdom as she grows into the crone she dreams to be
Her feet bury deeper into the hot, dusty dirt
She loses her balance and places her arms across her breast
Feeling her heart beat fade, in perfect time and in harmony with the sunset
Her beauty is on show for all to see.
Her secrets worn with pride in every wrinkle on her cheek
Her humour shown around her eyes
Her wisdom a given in her splendid golden years
She wears it well, this age old elixir
She shares it too with great aplomb
She dances still to touch the moonlight
She moves in time
She is going home
And to this ground she will be blessed
And with this ground she will be peace
And from this ground she reaches heaven
The stars are brighter – The music sounds
She is not afraid of being
Once again a particle
For she knows that it is universal
Dust is all – and she is ground
If this poem found you at the right moment, She Is Healing — the first poetry collection on The Path — may be calling you. It was written for women who are finding their way back to themselves.
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