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.
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Day 04 : Returning to Magic
Poem №046
I want to protect you
Little butterfly
Wings so delicate
But oh how you fly
Can I trust the world
To leave you whole?
I’m so afraid it will
Try to tear you down
From where you soar.
And it may try
In fact, I know it will
It tries with all of us.
But you, my love,
Are stronger in your core
Than the iciest of hateful winds
You see the light
Deep inside the dark
You know the layers
Far below the surface
You may look delicate
But you are fierce
Bringing big change
Lead the way
And I’ll be here
A witness to every miracle
You orchestrate
And every gift you share
So openly with the world
My little bitterly
Oh how you fly
Poem №045
Where do I end
and you begin?
I love you
with the very essence
of my being
and it hurts
deep aching love
My heart lives
outside myself
in you
precious one
I was reborn
with you
a catalyst
onto a new path
They say
our children
are our greatest teachers
But I had no idea
that you would
open my heart
this wide
I love you
my little romantic one
sunshine and moonbeam
joy expressed
deep feeling
expander
You are everything
and I hold you in my heart
and dwell in yours
Poem №036
Mom!
Ready?
Yes!
They climb to the top
joy beaming from
their triumphant grins.
Over their shoulders
they look to me
for proof of my
unwavering attention.
The air
smells like summer
and we have
nowhere else to be
but here.
To love and let go.
Those first steps, we’ve been waiting for them, watching you getting closer and closer to autonomy. And then you are off and there's no stopping you. Suddenly your tiny hand wants nothing to do with mine and I imagine it’s like watching birds fly and suddenly sprouting wings.
Wilting, we begin again.
Over and over we begin again. Begin again. Begin again. A mantra that brings me back in moments that seem ruined. And I watch you watching me observing the way I begin again in the challenging moments when I’m not my best self, or rather when I’m not the version of myself that seems best. I watch you watching me and suddenly I witness you reflecting back what you see, and it’s the greatest gift to know that you feel safe enough to say, “Mama you can take a deep breath now.” You smile at me and we begin again.
“You find peace not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level.”
—
Eckhart Tolle