Longitude... a poem by Veronica Farmer

Finding the smile again
after the thundering rain
a week of anxiety
of noise
within myself
and in so many others of my tribe
who come
with hopeful eyes 
and vulnerable hearts

I see it now
the last bastian of ego
desperate to keep the noise and confusion alive 
fingertips clutching 
scrabbling at the mountain side
wanting pain, grazed knuckles
wanting struggle
the backpack of old stories
glued to a sweaty back
addicted to the carrying of it...

The past pain
the fear of the future
the what if's, the why not's, the why? why? WHY?
the heart pain
the agony
None of it real
Not really
And not now

The noise disappears
in a powerful breath
when becoming utterly present
in truth and vulnerability
the saying of the pain
and the letting it go into the wind
from deep in the belly
feet on the earth
eyes wide

Looking out with a mona lisa smile
at the trees
breathing in and out
is freedom
fresh air
washing through cells
cleaning all
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That is the recipe
the smile
and the knowing
that the noise cannot exist
when Here
just Here
in warmth
and deep gentleness towards self
and others

We are all lovely
sweet beings beneath
the armour

I have dropped mine to the floor

And yet..
I must release the need to scrape
armour from the skin of those I love
and heal the broken wings
Allow those who want to heal
come...
in their own exquisite time

The new way
Is to accept self
pour warmth through time
a gentle namaste
and a smile

The Universe has all of our backs
Always
When we get quiet
and smiling
enough to hear

In time
we all do 
wake up
to love
but some of us
only when
our last breath
releases...
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