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Gathering Strength

Gathering Strength

 He came, the Destroyer,
Malevolent masked beast digging tunnels,
Scorching earth,
No…no turning back, no rescue forthcoming,
Forlorn but never broken…almost, ah, yes…
Almost

No turning back from this,

But not quite.
The canopy gone, branches bare,
Exposed,
But roots, how deep they run, reaching
Down…so far down where he can’t reach,
The flames can’t reach, can’t go below
Where the tendrils grow…no.

Dipped into the underground waters,
Gathering strength,
Growing in the dark,
In my secret sacred place I am safe,
Safe as I have always been, bending, yes,
Bending…but

My mind does not break.

Dena L Moore
August 5, 2020

 

 

Blue Lotus - updated

I come to you
As I always do, slip into the temple
Where we first kissed;
Our secret space still breathes,
The energy alive, vibrant with our hunger
Pulsating Blue Lotus -
Yes, I am yours.

Left with the memories
Of Blue on Red,
Upper and Lower,
We merge, galaxy within galaxy -
You, the river carving new pathways,
I, the bank capturing your waters,
Still wild, still contained

And I come to you, as I always do,
I slip into our temple,
Our Sacred place,
Still alive, Silent yet vibrating,
You are there, yes, you are always there,
Waiting…
Pulsating Blue Lotus -

I am still yours.

 

Dena L Moore
June 29, 2020 

 

 

 

Blue Lotus

I come to you

As I always do, slip into the temple

Where we first kissed;

Our secret space still breathes,

The energy alive, vibrant with our hunger

Pulsating Blue Lotus -

Yes, I am yours.

Dena L Moore

June 15, 2020

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There's no storm, my love

You're my everything

You'll never have to worry

Never fear for I am near

For, my everything

I live upon the land

And see the sky above

I swim within her oceans

Sweet and warm

There's no storm, my love

You're my Everything

So beautiful...

And I am near, I am always with you in my heart and in Spirit. Never forget, just put out your hand and you will feel mine. 

I feel my voice slowly returning, a nudging deep within, longing to escape. I've been so silent, my heart so raw and my voice simply trapped. Much of my life's work lost. So much loss...and silence. I realize I am grieving, emotions coming up that have been trapped and silenced. They want to come out now, out through me, to be released and poetry (and music) has always been my way to express what is buried so deep. Still the words do not come, not taking shape but here I am, writing. Not poetry (yet) but writing.  Thank you. 

I am very much drawn to the Willow recently, as I have been off and on for much of my life. The energy is much needed. Here's a good article about the power of the willow. 

From the article:  "This movement on the emotional level, of allowing the emotions to come through to the surface, is the power of the willow's essential energy. Deep emotional pain blocks the energy of the body and can cause many illnesses. The willow will allow the person to move through the many levels of sadness, express the pain though tears and grief, and, by moving through these emotions, facilitate healing."

Ah, yes...exactly...

I am still and wait here in the silence...

Years of silence.

When I am down and, oh, my soul so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

Celtic Woman You Raise me Up

I have been quiet, oh so quiet, no doubt. Deep in my cave, down in the Underworld, stinging myself repeatedly. But it is time to rise again, to watch the vegetation grow, to sow seeds and create. Hades can stay below and leave me the hell alone.

There are new kernals, small gems crystallizing, sparkling little bits wanting to be shaped and molded into form. Strange how they've been there all along, waiting to be mined...I just haven't had the strength to do the digging for some time now. The weight of Hades upon me, stifling me, swallowing my energy, using me up.

I've shifted the weight, I've escaped and I see the light of the Sun trickling through. That's all I need, a tiny thin sliver of light, to make things grow. And so here I am...almost me, but not quite. A new version of me, old hidden scars healing, and I know the more recent scars, ones that don't run quite so deep, will mend in time. 

I'm in the process of rescuing tons of my old poetry from mini drives and converting them into usuable form. I will share some here as I make progress. A lot of my work was lost when I lost my poetry site but there is still quite a bit available on my pages at Author's Den  I am searching high and low for my poetry and articles but it will take some time, a labor of love.

Here's a poem I have recently found and converted:

Clash of Tides and Shore

Discord -

Movement, in, around, misstep

At the conjunction,

Your soul wrapped around mine,

Tripping and falling, merging in a clash,

Lightning ripping through,

Streaks of hellish heaven dipping down

To tantalize, electrify, tear us in two -

A sizzle, a spark, flash flood of emotion…

The timing was off (or was it?),

The song sung out of rhythm,

The instruments out of tune.

Discord -

Words not spoken hold the power,

So refrain, retrain, kiss the back of my hand,

Dip into the frenzy within,

It’s not as peaceful as you thought, is it?

The clash of the tides and shore, quiet heartache,

Tiny grains of sand washing away,

Scuttling crabs rushing in the surf,

Trapped in the storm, swollen in their shells…

The timing was off,

A humming drone - words you say,

An eclipse hidden within the rain…

Dena L Moore,  June 26, 2007

Do you know me? Really know me? This is both the question and the answer.

There is no life - no life without its hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.