Happy Birthday

Even though it’s belated.

My greatest fear was to be

weighted.

The body I created

from a magazine

guided me

right, tree pose fallen.

I couldn’t make a call

nothing could tell

what it is I am here to see.

Now a heavy

magnet being asked to hold

the acorn and the satchel.

What am I if not old fashioned elegance,

starting reflections?

Not only did you make me question my vision

of beauty,

you made me sit there

until I could see through it.

Yearning for belonging

freedom and containment.

Chasing the agile passion

requiring for every version of me.

Its physical but not for sex,

asking for empowered feminine.

The wisdom of the matriarch

rising from the paradox of wanting and letting go.

Light without restriction -is coming, its here!

Fire works, fire flies

and the fire breathing dragon:

‘Hold nothing back,

you’ll know when to go!

Be grateful for discomfort and

you’ll burn so hot even when the sun goes down

your whole sky will glow’