Sarah Alana Cayton

Sarah Alana Cayton Oct 2019

There is a difference in sitting in a room and wanting someone to ask you a question you can answer, so that maybe they would see the significance in your voice
And the Quiet Knowing, that you are valuable. Unique. Have a story. Are interesting, and insightful, and worthy.
Seeking worthiness seems feasible in feable terms how does one get quiet and be fulfilled, allowing the knowing to be enough?
You want to be enough.
Enough is relative and realistically speaking so many don't think anything is enough.
Silence.
How quiet can your Mind get
So your Soul can speak up
When life is lived Soulfully it is fulfilled in the knowing.
The quiet Knowing, that you are exactly where it feels good for your Soul to be...
To Be.
To just, be.
Quietly.
Sitting in a room full of strangers and someone asks you, what your name is
The response can feel like a pull to ask you another question you know you can answer
And a quiet response that says, it is this, but you dont feel like this, so even though the letters still fit together the same, when you tell them, it will tell them nothing..
To be heard, is to feel connected
All else is a meeting of egos that never really says much at all.
How can anyone know you at all
If you're scared, at all, of allowing the Quiet Knowing, to be absolutely, unapologetically, enough.
Too far, she always feels.
You've felt too far, too loudly, too many times, too late, too early.
She is me, and it is important to clarify that.
I yearn to remember that I am so much, enough.

- Blessings -

Sarah Alana Cayton Oct 2019

The Silence

Heart felt heart aches make the loneliest nights seem cold
To move through the pain seems a mountain I cannot unfold
Climbing it seems daunting, a task that is asked of me
I fear not the silence,
But the unfolding

Everything feels heavier
A movement churning inside my core
The weight of the sadness
A choir and a roar

Find stillness in this moment
Connect with who you are
Who you have been
Who you will be
When silence
Is not the everything

Ignoring shadows has never felt so real
The whisper of the elders
Floating so close to my ears
A yearning to sit by them
A yearning to be understood
A yearning, to be heard.

She cannot take the silence,
Any more

Sarah Alana Cayton Oct 2017

Whispers

The moon and the way she weaves dreams,
I pray she is felt as she silently sings,
through everything
with Understanding
Lay yourself, tired one, in a hammock wrapped in Love,
as Mother Earth holds you close,
remember to remind her,
She is dearly loved, because in Us, she trusts,
Her Grace
With sun rays made of rainbows and clouds made by Angels,
It is easy to see how easy,
it is to be radiant
Stars on Earth, and in the skies,
traveling with pride through the stillness of the night,
in every time zone
We are here now, in this beautiful galaxy,
made of the ebb and flow,
of Everything
Breathing
Singing
Dancing,
in the beauty of this Home...
Where the heart is,
where intuition sparks its needs,
that pull us,
while our Destiny pushes us,
to BREATHE
because everything you hope to See,
is everything you're supposed to be

Sarah Alana Cayton Aug 2017

Seasons

It's 102 but I can still see the white blanket of freshly fallen snow on the street
I can still feel the scarf around my neck and see my breath

It's the middle of summer

For the first time that I can remember I feel like the sun is hanging around. School is starting in just a few days and still the air is warm, even at night.

I can see the pumpkins and the fall colors, the warm drinks, the rain

I can see the boots and double layer of socks

The blanket on the couch

I can feel Christmas morning coming, and smell the thanksgiving dinner already being prepared

But it's the middle of summer

Just a moment ago I was watching new buds Spring to life as if one at a time God said, you can wake up now.
The gardens were being planned and the starts were being sold and the seeds were being sown... and then everything bloomed

The lavender bushes came alive and soon the sunflowers will too and the butterflies and the hummingbirds and the doe
They all grow

Some need my time and my love they need reminders every morning that they were brought here to give glory to the Creator and BE the creation.

Sometimes, we too, need water

And others just grow in their own glory, roots seeking out water, growing longer, growing deeper to reach the creek or
The rain

The rain hasn't fallen in almost 60 days

But the trees knew how to survive the drought the same way they survived the flood

The knew that enough was enough

They didn't take in so much they drowned themselves and they didn't use so much they dried out
They must have known about
the seasons

Sarah Alana Cayton Mar 2017

A Different Kind of Love

The kind of love that stays
The kind of love that shows up
That surprises
That spoils.

The kind of love that asks.
That inquires.

The kind of love that listens,
The kind of love that doesn't hold back
The kind of love that holds on.

That laughs

The kind of love that explores
The kind of love that wants more
The kind of love that helps.

The kind of love that sings,
The kind of love that plays,
The kind of love that knows Grace.

The kind of love that grows,
The kind of love that teaches.
The kind of love that asks.

Sarah Alana Cayton Jun 2015

Putting Light to Her Dark

Putting Light to Her Darkness

Refusing to accept that this is the best it gets became the drive that pushed her fence and created a gate that was protected with Faith, that it was...

Building skills and making tools became something she could consume,
When did she stop dancing?

A passion inside her that burned like the fire, as it transforms everything it touches...creating a new form of the norm, she walked her path as a woman scorn, for too long

Letting go of what was and jumping into what is, became an experience. Being present, made sense. He said, "The problem with people is that they're always trying to get somewhere... they forget to be in the moment..."

Slowly I stepped into my own skin again and looked around at the paper thin, walls of my existence. The world wanted to show me some reality that hit me, what are we doing?

To live a single day in a humans life has so much more potential than the destruction of our plots...
the ground that we walk...
the waters that we've got... need love...

She looks to the sky above and the thoughts begin to flood, her imagination.

Is that all that we live in?

A childhood of exploration without stagnation left her mind to build up walls, with secret passageways to a state of Grace where her dreams seemed to bloom and fears were erased

If only she could reach that place...

Sarah Alana Cayton Jun 2015

Learning Lessons

Influences begin to dance around like subtle hints of mistakes I've learned from in this life, a constant reminder that there is less a time line, and more a time mind... a frame within the frame within a frame of my life I've just recently come to calm tides and found the waves began to break, from nothing.
Which is everything, which is empowering to some
The fears of irrational thinking left the homeland shaking with irrational fears of failing, when we've got nothing left to prove
Who are you?

Where are you?

What are you, doing? Are you, Being? And if not, whats the purpose of it all, exhausting precious particles while banging your head against its own walls will leave the internal frame work bent. A structure meant to prosper yet drowning in it's own water, when did we as a species, a society, a community, begin to think that success was "Everything...?"

If you ask me it's the trial and error and mistakes that become breaks and the moments we create to remind ourselves,
We are loved...
We are whole...
We are completely unique and that in it's own right is enough....to believe, that there is not a single living being exactly as me, is a little bit refreshing..... I am becoming, I am dancing on the whispers of the wind in the bed of my dreams that I created as I fell asleep

To wake up to my own reality is enough, if you ask me.