Poetry starts as an idea or phrase which expands into a message to be brought through from somewhere. Where it comes from is a more magical place than here, or maybe it offers a more magical perception of here. It comes by virtue of intellect, wonder, and the Spirit of Contemplation. -Kelly Voelker kellywriteaway@gmail.com
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Sweetgrass and Sage
Within my chest
The power of the sun
My vision aligns with great and powerful heroes
My heart aligns with all inclusive compassion
My mind aligns with genius and order
As part of a beautiful web of design and harmony
Invisible to my human eyes
Yet here, in my humble room
Simple and unfestooned
My spirit decorates the world
With parties and celebrations
Out of fashion and out of reach
To a day filled with uncertainty and strife
What situation is this test
That I should witness for what reason
For what purpose am I in this body
Of a sensitive woman
Seasoned with contrast and experience
For what outcome can I broadcast my will
To outshine the complexities I have outgrown
To leave behind the drama I once enshrined
Can I now in this age of sunflower's fade
Shine what I need to with sweet grass and sage?
-Kelly Voelker
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