Here

Here

Is a woman 

who wrestles with doubt, fitting in and being enough

Here

Is where the wispy remains 

of contrails drift through the sky above.

Here

Is the little girl inside 

who feels unrooted, afraid and alone.

Here

Are the tattered, tangled strings

of prayer flags dancing in the wind.

Here

Is her thick crab shell 

that armors her heart and soft yielding insides.

Here

Is the soft scraping 

of bird beaks cracking their humble offerings of seeds.

Here

Is where her journey 

continues on her own path and hers alone.

Here

Are the words 

that whisper from somewhere within, searching, seeking, knowing.

Here

The voice echoes 

with a truth: "this is the only moment that matters."

                                                                                                          ~Celina Wyss

The Return

Some day, if you are lucky,
you’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and moon.
Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you, too, will wonder
if your skin shows traces
of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.
Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
their own possibility, who barely dream.
If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws,
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,
you will reassure them. We warned you,
they might declare, there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.
And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you’ve returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language
to teach them, without a compass
bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies
and granite and bone. They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, yet they fear
your secret is dangerous, shattering,
and once it flies from your astonished
mouth, they–like you–must disintegrate
before unfolding tremulous wings.

                                            ~Geneen Marie Haugen

There is a moment

There is a moment
when the girl who has it all held together lets go.

There is a time
when she forgets the restrictions of how she is supposed to act and what she is supposed to say.

There is a feeling
of freedom as she smiles and soaks in the melodious sound of joy around her.

There is a realization
of the laughter that comes rushing out after being locked away in its secret place.

There is a glow
that appears in her eyes when the deepest part of her is summoned outward.

There is a blissful calm
that reverberates deep in her soul as she lets it all be so.

This is the moment
when the girl who has it all held together lets go.

Words inspired by prompts from Liz. Polaroid from Vivienne's class at Create Magic. Dedicated to all of you who were there to share in the magic and those of us who want to let go.

In This Moment...

In this moment I am
at war with myself
seeking peace

In this moment I am
on a journey
driting along my path

In this moment I am
wishing for whispers of my truth
arriving on tender wings

In this moment I am
seeking quiet in the ashes
looking for my niche

In this moment I am
nurturing intrigue
singing along with the universe

In this moment I am....

A Poem

Inside of me there is a river

Flowing

Beautiful

It washes over me

I am warm, like fire

My breath holds wishes for you

Gentle

Beautiful Wishes

Love, Celina

I am in the middle of reading Liz Lamoreux's book, Inner Excavation.  One of the first exercises is to make a list of words that draw your attention in a random book and use them as writing prompts. Strung together I came up with something I feel quite proud of. It may even be mildly coherent! I think this may be the very first time I have attempted to write a poem since High School. I am no poet. Nor am I anything close to being a writer but exercising new ways to be creative and express myself is so refreshing.