I’m on stage
of grand amphitheater of life.
Scrip written by me according to souls needs.
Scenery changes with lights
and darks intermingling
until integrate takes place for wholeness.
Fibers of God are in everything to aid and open heart.

My stage props at times can’t be held
but only used inside senses:
Guiding wind in autumn day and chill of winter night.
Ocean whispers sweet with healing energies.
Birds singing in grace to align me with moment.
Night sky’s twinkling stars becoming field for wishes and dreams.

People on earth stage sometimes
have roles sharp but must be played.
Judgmental voices forcing me to interact with self love.
Boss unjustly firing so I conquer fears within to heal.
Perpetrator scaring deep so I evolve to know my greatness.
Parent leaving unexpectedly to heal desertion from other lifetimes.
My own shadow that plagues so I understand and take responsibility.

Other beings present play their part
with light energies.
Friends giving words of encouragement to anchors belief in self.
Lover that shares unconditional love to seal in heart.
Animal sacred who is more than willing to share love continuously.
Teacher seeing potential to move to center stage
when self is ready.

Then there are ones in orchestra invisible,
sharing wisdom and support never leaving side.
Guides with voices gentle giving messages
against backdrop of unconditional love.
Angels with harp of breezes to root one on, inside grace.
Fairies that have wisdom with light energies to anoint.
Aliens who come to assist one and all as one awakes to their support.
Loved ones gone whose memories linger
to carry one on rainy nights.

My stage as performer with consciousness open
lights up everyday and evening
in celebration with dance for freedom.
Dance, with threads of God,
Mother Natures allies and herself,
Seen and unseen beings and
my own determination to gyrate
accepting I am blessed and a blessing

Forever thankful to be the co-create director
with love and wisdom as fuel
of this my grand stage lifetime.

StarBG © 2017

What is my soul?



Is my soul the way I laugh?

I laugh from the deepest part of me,

joyfully celebrating my life.

Is my soul the way I cry?

I cry from the deepest part of me,

embracing the pain my life delivers me.

Is my soul the way I listen?

I listen from the deepest part of me,

learning everything life has to teach me.

Is my soul the way I speak?

I speak from the deepest part of me,

telling life exactly what I think of it.

Is my soul the way I hate?

I hate from the deepest part of me,

turning away all those who’ve hurt me?

Is my soul the way I love?

It took me years
To build myself
Molding my shape
With ***** fingerprints
And a dull butter knife
Smoothing out
Every rough edge

I spent my lifetime
Crafting this delicate clay
Into something
That didn't hurt my eyes
And when I was done
I baked it solid
Roasted
Into a sturdy piece
Of breathing art
…
And then you came along

You begged
To get close to me
Close enough
To see me
Close enough
To touch me
So I let you
Carefully - of course
Until seemingly
Your soft hands
Were gentle enough
To hold me

But as time passed
You became a bit more…
Careless
Careless
So every time
You picked me up
Part of me was left cracked
Before you set me back down
And your hands
Seemed to bring more hurt
Than comfort

I began to resent you
But I didn't dare say it
Because I was sitting
In nostalgia
Remembering the days
When I really was
A work of art
In your eyes

And yet, eventually
Your carelessness
Rotted to recklessness
Until one day
You dropped me -
The slivers
Of my little clay heart
Scattered on the floor

Despite your best efforts
It wasn't enough
Not even
All the King’s horses
And all the King's men
Could put me back
Together again
I was hopeless
And the fragments
You tried to glue back
Were worthless

What am I now?
Art? No
I'm just a sad lump
Of clay shards and glue
Disfigured beyond belief
An eye-sore
For anyone who looks at me

I wish I could say
That my shattering
Was entirely your fault
But I blame myself
For ever letting you
Get close enough
To touch me.

A wish may come true,
but hope lasts a lifetime.

If I ever
Get to meet you
In another life
Or universe
I wish to
Recognize you
At first glance

And if you ever
See me then
Please at least
Give me a chance
To fix
What had gone wrong
In this lifetime