The Spiral Library
An experimental space to hold collections of musings, inspiration, creation, questions, answers, thoughts, feelings, etc. A bit like a blog but... different and ever evolving in spiralic motion.
Poem №073
the sunrise
layer upon layer
hearth thawing
beauty
inviting tears
i lose my way
from this
and return
through the portal
of deep
aching
feeling
i miss you
like part of me
is missing
and in the same
breath
i am also
afraid
of you
no one taught me
and/both
and i fear the one
will swallow me whole
but the ache
is the invitation to
everything else
and my world
is more beautiful
through a kaleidoscope
of tears
Day 31 : The River and the Boat
Day 10 : Permission to Dissolve
Poem №038
Upon waking
I want nothing more
Than to escape
Falling back
Asleep
There’s no relief
I’m turned
Upside down
By my subconscious
This kind of sleep
Magnifies
The anxious mind
Back into
The unforgiving
Waking world
I face the ache
Of avoiding discomfort
Poem №037
A fork in the road
And I’m paralyzed by
The unknowable
Poem №025
I face the dragon
With sword and shield
I tense my muscles
Bracing for impact
I want to retreat
To run and hide
But I can see relief
On the other side
But as I step forward
I realize the dragon
Lives within me and
To get to the light
I have to brave my dark inside
Where the dragon awaits
In a cloud of shame
Once inside
I’m surprised to find
My only job
Is to hold the beast
With unconditional love
Until she feels safe enough
To simply rest
Poem №024
The only way out
is though.
A tunnel of discomfort
lined with thorns of shame.
I’ve been here
a thousand times.
And it still makes me
want to hide.
It was never safe
to feel this much.
Stomach turns,
heart pounding.
It takes courage to pause
in the eye of the storm.
Breath slowly softens
the tightness in my chest.
This is me practicing a new way
of being with what’s present
and caring for my whole self.
Poem №006
When I am soft
Squishy
Open raw
I am movable
Adaptable
Responsive
Connected.
When I am hard
Armored
Defensive
I am rigid
Stuck
Reactive
Disconnected.
Sort is vulnerable
Heart wide open
Feel it all.
Hard is separate
False control
Numb to truth.
Soft is love.
Hard is fear.
They taught us to fear
But we were made to love
Made of love.
Love is soft
Soft is strong
Stronger than fear
I am soft.
Poem №004
It wasn’t easy
And I wasn’t sure
And I didn’t know
Which way to go.
But something deep
Below the fear
Led me toward
A softer way.
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle