Awaken

The hunger weeps in the night
what will you do to wake up your soul
what you will do to awaken mine.
Desire filled nights
our hearts racing
as we wait for dawn's light.
I washed my soul in the ocean
while tears fell tenderly.
Your fingers ran down my spine
and left a print on my skin .

Your arms a homecoming

sun kissed days

that ached in sweet surrender.

You are the dew on the morning grass

You are the sound of the rustling leaves

You are the wine in my empty glass

What will you do to wake up your soul

What will you do to awaken mine

Dreamer

The grass glistens

like gems under the light.

I am a dreamer lost in these

moments of wonder.

I listen to the melody,

his image on my gray shirt.

He was a dreamer,

I'm not the only one.

He dreamt of peace

when I was in the bomb shelter

listening to air raid sirens.

A ladybug crawled on

my arm in the darkness.

I was not consumed by fear

but I was filled with hope.

If he lived today

would he be disillusioned

that there is no peace,

that barriers exist,

that we are connected

and disconnected.

These days,

this life,

the change,

all the questions that remain.

We dance through  the questions

we walk side by side with our shadows.

Once in awhile

 we see a glimpse of our better self

seeking

reaching

evolving

making the world a better place

than we have found it.

I am a dreamer 

but I am not the only one.

 

 

 

Mary has us writing in quotes,some of my favorite quotes come from John Lennon's Imagine. 

He was a dreamer and I join him in dreaming.

Fearless

Our bodies 

carry our biographies

she says.

Her voice gentle and soothing

as she instructs us into

a yoga pose.
 The walls are green
 a mix of

jade and avocado.

Our bodies remember 

where we have been

 and who we are.

They hold the scars and shame.

I breathe

and remember the collisions 

of my soul.

Does my body remember

when I've been beaten,

even though my scars have faded.

Does it remember despair and hunger

in my darkest moments.

I was a fearless young girl

that followed her heart.

I have traveled the road

of humiliation and determination,

highs and lows.

My body remembers

the joy of the birth of my children,
holding them for the first time
as my soul lifted.

The sorrow of my parents dying,

the conflicts of religion 

and spirituality .

The hopscotch between 

two continents

that were once both home to me.

How I felt anxiety and loneliness

until I built a new world.
My soul rises,
it's always known where I belong
and how I feel.
I always knew,
never needed to search
for my identity.
I am complicated,
a contradiction
a survivor.
 I have always followed
my heart.
My words have guided me,
lifted me,
gave me a voice.
I wish to leave the words behind
not half truths
but honest confessions.
I want to wear my shame
as well as I wear my triumphs.
My love will linger in my
boys hearts and
on my lovers lips.
My love is what defines me. 

 Maria has us searching out our identity---answering one of a few questions:  Who are you and whom do you love? What else are you, that no one has seen before? Describe a morning you woke without fear. What lingers when all is said and done?