Tidal Waves - A Series of Lovepoems

Your Aura is so thick
it is palpable.
majestic

I can see it behind walls

behind doors

around corners

gleaming, rocking.

Why do you run

oh darling

Why do you hide

Is it pride that's captured you?

Ensnared you in its clutches

wrapped around you like a cage.

Thick, cold metal binding your

beautiful beautiful light.

Wow--if only you could see what I see.

You were made of light.

Birthed in it 

like a golden stream of honey.

Your aura is thick with it. Rich.

Dear, dear creature

Why do you wander

Where do you go

Seeking, Searching

Fighting, Fleeing

The Earth mourns for you

it heaves and sighs

and I with it.

Tears like monsoons fill oceans

where waves crash over us.

How many more 

moons will you take

Dear one

How many more seasons

Flying away

Flying through you is

the divine spirit

and yours with it

Do not seek darkness

which calls to you

from the familiar depths

of your womb

your power-chakra

It's cry

and howl

pierce your mind

your throat closes up.

Its clutches bind you

Your third eye weeps 

for the beauty

it can not see.

This darkness

like an old friend

bows to you.

It fills your empty places

with its two-faced words

and empty promises of bliss.

It keeps you company

in your silent moments

playing on weaknesses

like a game of competition.

and wedging into cracks once opened

ever-prying and

turning its back to you

when you least expect it.

Then forever knocking

on a door you swear always shut.

You know. You shut it.

Don't listen to its whistling

its humming

its breath on the wind

It is always searching

for another way in.

Saying Hello,

to reacquaint itself 

with your familiar mind

and heart.

To tell you the easy way out

the one you want to hear

that you always want to hear

long for.

The sounds of a siren.

Don't give in

Fight

You have to fight.

You must fight.

Your precious heart deserves better

More.

You deserve peace.

You are worthy of love

You are worthy of joy.

Believe

Please Believe.

~

True Love is longingly waiting for you

To embrace it with open arms

with grace

with humility

For you to let your tears finally flow

To settle your aching heart

and to let your chest heave

and release your inner truth

with a final sigh.

This is not just a dream

or a fairytale

I see, dear one. I know.

But my words

are nothing to you

but a passing songbird finding food.

Your words

are the only words

that have power over you.

Your thoughts

and the words of your inner world

all hold the key

to unlocking any door

of your heart

and of your life.

~

I love but I cannot give.

For you reach to me

with claws like the siren

that chains you to your old ways.

If I bowed

we would both fall 

and drown.

Oh love

Oh love.

You must always know

and always hear

the sound of the light

The truth waiting at the door

for you to simply let it in.

Humility and courage

are all that are needed

to free you from yourself

and your tired aching heart.

Love is here.

Love is waiting

and with it

truth follows

freedom

like snowmelt 

to the oceans.

~

Where you go, I cannot swim.

Oh friend, who's made from golden honey.

My soul weeps for yours,

for the battles it carries

like shards of glass

within its depths.

Your smell still lingers on me

but I daren't recall your love

I long to embrace you eternally

although knowing I would fall.

My gut wretches when

I think of your grip on me.

I am strong

but your game drowns me.

Large ocean waves crush me

whenever I stand in your presence

still longing for peace within you

to form connection between us

the intimacy everyone yearns for

Woe is me

A light in the darkness

that can not shine while

you remove my oxygen.

If only I could open

your heart to breathe

the fresh air

that we both crave.

Together.

I dare not waver.

I must preserve my light.

~

Rosem Sprig

Thank you.

A quote I must share. over and over. It's what I need to here.

  “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

― Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles"

Consumerist culture is killing the planet.

I wasn't going to say it, but since maybe I haven't yet, let me write. It's one of the most obvious and easy ways to use your dollar-power to either decrease or increase problems on Earth. 

What are you buying?

Our US Capitalism is all about selling more to make more money to sell more to make more money to grow to make more money to sell more to grow more and on and on. 

But most of the things we purchase in our lives either aren’t necessary, or are items that should last decades, most-or all of our lives.

If we are healthy, even our clothing should last most of our lives. We shouldn’t be buying new clothing every year. It takes a LOT of resources to produce clothing. I mention clothing first because as a female, I am targeted with clothing ads everywhere I go. Every day.

Our household items should last a long time. They should be lasting decades.


1. As an artist, this can be a dilemma. I love practical things, but I also love self-expression. So the dilemma one has living in a rich and privileged society is this; how do I express myself, my full and ever-changing-self without discarding and purchasing new things multiple times a year. Especially, when those new-things should be things that are lasting us many years to decades or even our full-lives.

2. We should be thinking about how to take care of the things we have so that they do continue to last.

3. Food. Waste. If we learned how to cook, we would reduce a lot of waste in our kitchens due to the purchasing of not-just pre-made packaging, but also letting things spoil because we forgot we bought them and we didn't know how to cook them so the idea of trying was daunting. (this was definitely me and sometimes still is!) Most of the trash we throw out every week comes from our kitchen or our hygiene practices. Since there are many low-waste swaps one can make in hygiene that have become increasingly popular and common over the years, the kitchen is the second thing to turn to when we try to reduce waste in our lives.

But the reason I posted this is because we, I included, are bombarded with ads telling us to “buy fall____”, “buy Christmas____”, buy your winter, spring, summer, thanksgiving, Easter, Christmas, Graduation etc etc etc etc __________ here and now!” “Sale. Sale. Sale.” Every day, of Every week, of Every year, here in the states. 

But the truth is that following this advertising, letting it guide is, is contributing to our depression, our loneliness, our isolation, our grief, and the destruction of the planet we call home.

 

As an artist who values reducing waste and impact on the planet, and as someone who also values self-expression in every aspect of their lives, thrift stores are an extremely important if not totally essential part of my life. If I have too many things, I should be able to donate it somewhere. If something of mine breaks or I need a new one for some reason, I should be able to get something somewhere without adding to the problem. Thrifting is a beautiful asset and resource to our communities and I highly recommend you consider using one next time you need to shop or reduce your household item quantity. If we don't use these resources, they may eventually disappear and that is not something I think we can risk allowing to happen.

~Later~

Rosem