ODE FROM AN INNER CHILD
You are the one,
What took you so long?
You left me abandoned, rejected, alone.
You did not understood that pain in your heart,
Your longing for connection, understanding and love.
You’ve journeyed through life, with that pain within.
You tried all you could, but the feelings remained.
You suppressed them, ignored them but with insistence they grew.
Until that magical moment when my voice could come through.
Feel me, touch me, hold me, I beg to be known,
I am the voice of your innocence, your child within.
I long to be acknowledged, appreciated and heard.
No longer criticised, despised and ignored.
Your Inner Child has been silently waiting within,
For that moment of joyous reunion with you.
As you settle and still and feel me inside.
The longing is filled with tears in your eyes.
Now integrated and whole and no longer apart,
My call has been heeded, we are together at last.
We can step out in the world with a dance in our step,
With joy in our heart, and with blessings of love. ~ Rowena
"There is a path to living with ease of body and peace of mind,
a path to removing barriers so we can love freely.
The path is becoming aware of habitual ways we separate ourselves.
It is inhabiting the body so old holding patterns unwind.
It is cultivating the capacity for emotion to move through.
This is how we have the courage to look directly at truth.
This is how we open to connecting from our deepest, truest self."
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond. ~Rumi
(From) THE PROPHET
Your children are not your children.
They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable. ~ Kahlil Gibran
"Releasing" ~ Rowena
Listening to the Song of the Universe
"Goddess" ~ Rowena