Category Archives: poems

poetry about nature , love, spirituality, emotional healing, enlightenment and the awakening journey. Poems about consciousness and our heart.

Mercy

mercy poetry abstract mandala illustration

The desire for the land of peace

The land of solitude and serene steps

I arrive there and my dragon eats me

And spits me and then eats me again

My bliss, my enlightenment

Is a nightmare, it’s a torment

My peaceful ambitions are severed

And instead I arrive in a hotness

In a hot mess that becomes my home

I move in with a monster and the monster

Is me. I eat my tail for breakfast

And at dinner I eat all of my dreams.

There’s nothing left in this chaos

I keep losing everything

Yet my smile keeps shinning

On my face like a grin

My eyes shine from the fire

My feet dance out of fear

My life is surrendered completely

To a God that has mercy

But not on the weak.

Ducks

ducks poetry abstract illustration art

My greatest accomplishment

Was lower or higher than 

A pebble or a soft whispered wind

Does my life impress ducks

I don’t think they see me

And all my struggles

They see grass, they see water

Not some wild tiny matter

They see beauty they feel peace

I am hungry and restless

My feet are pacing looking for meaning

While the ducks are swimming gently

On the sweet waves of cooling lake water

That loves them just like it loves me.

The Purple Bird

purple abstract circle mandala

The purple loving bird

Rests its head on my heart

Its wings are kindly

Embracing my being 

And I feel strong

And I feel mystically

Included in its bright

Purple loving light

It flew over mountains

It flew under stars

It was eager to find me

And now we are here

Me embracing the moment

With all my joy and heart

The sweet bird of peace

It came just to tell me

I have nothing to fear

And speaking my truth 

Is worth it

I sit here in tears

I feel it all coming

Into one single piece

And my chest is burning

What have I ever done

To be so clearly loved by

A purple spirit of the world

That appeared 

In the form of a small happy

Golden beak

Tiny feet

Soft feathers

Angel Bird

Red and Pink

an art illustration for a poem. An abstract red circle with pink pastel squares.

The medicine woman drowned my sorrow into

The wild waves. She threw some salt around me

And eagles were soaring around the blue mountain

As she was singing a healing song

It was quiet and gentle and I felt I could melt

Into the ground beneath me , the joy was falling

From all 4 corners of my chest.

I reached out my hand and I received

A simple colorful stone. It was red with shades of pink

It felt cold but it burned a hole trough my hand

Fell to the ground and became big like a cave

I entered the dark red path that opened 

And inside I was feeling wild like a storm

I was raging while going deep inside this red hot

Pink shades corridor.

 I was deeply surrounded, why did I even said yes

When this medicine woman offered me her hand

I hear her singing gently as I walk my steps

Her heart is speaking to me she asks if I want to keep going

And of course I say yes.

Keep walking, keep going deep into the redness of the cave.

The center seems near and I enter a black room with curtains

A simple beautiful candle lights the whole room

It seems like it’s been burning forever, I go straight to it

And it turns to a flame embracing me 

The light fills the whole space, there’s nothing

But light and me.

I hear a whisper asking me softly.

Do you want to keep going?

By this point I am mad so of course I say I do. 

Light turns to rainbows, I lose myself fully

In all the shades of green purple yellows

I have nothing to say but laughter flows out of me

And my feet are dancing and my hands are free

There’s nothing more I could wish for

And in my greatest moment of ecstasy 

I return in my body, back to the earth near the blue mountain

The old medicine woman looks strangely exactly like me.

My sweet soul is coming back

My birds are singing

My trees are swinging

My branches heavy 

With this wind

The earth is calling

It’s speaks of a time

When I was nothing

But a  seed

I surrender fully

To this ground

Knowing there’s nothing

But healing as I lay

My burdens down

It’s so quiet here and maybe

This cold place will keep me warm

Birds are singing still

My arms are flowing down

Like rivers and my temples

Beat like drums

Oh the time of revelation

My sweet soul is coming back

About You

An abstract digital painting of two red circles on a pink background as a visual for a poem

My poem is unspoken

It’s made of morning dew

Melting slowly when the

Temperature rises

I don’t have to explain

Water dynamics to you

But if you come across it

If you ever read a word

Forget all about it

It’s not by me, it’s not for you

No one has ever said a thing

I haven’t heard a single drop

I haven’t felt anything yet

About you

Then what am I even doing

Why am I even writing

When there’s no one here

To read

I am not writing, you’re just dreaming

It’s time to wake up and

Forget everything

When the temperature is rising

I don’t have to explain

How to start over new