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Nature’s Pending Lesson

The heavens are crying
So they can wash away all the blood
Spilled on our slippery streets of despair

The oceans are churning
Preparing to merge together with wise winds
In hopes of purging us so that we may be cleared

Cleared of all toxins
Like hatred and anger

Cleared of all fears
Like imminent hunger and poverty

Clearing us out so that we may make room
For progress

The heavens are crying!
The oceans are churning!!
The thunder is rolling!!!

Shall we wait for the earth to quake
And shake us out of our slumber
Or are we ready to do our part?

Mother Nature always has the last word
And Father time stands right beside her
Ready, willing and able to end it all
When she says so

Tired of seeing her crying
He awaits the signal
To set us straight

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it takes a vill…

it takes a village… our music (art, goal, dream, mission) is sometimes that child.

Our greatest challenges often lead to our greatest realizations, exponential inner growth and thus, many of our greatest successes.

As I think of all the creative ideas and people who dwell in my immediate local community, I am overwhelmed with gratitude at the blessing of witnessing so many miracles of Creation.

My only hope, for us to learn to work together collectively and economically to rise ourselves even higher on a holistic level. It will take sacrificing time, commitment, growth, creativity, determination, maturity, professionalism, trust and faith.

The time is now… it takes a village

heART songs sin…

heART songs sing my soul to sleep as their vibrations heal me awake.

No language can express abundance better than the heART can feel and share it…. but the closest thing I’ve felt to it, I feel from the chords of my acoustic guitar, the keys of my grande piano and the release of my INner voice when it is allowed to project freely.

Why stifle self healing? Why shelter self from being loved? Why not just smile, love and be loved. Could you be loved? Then be loved.

I remember the feeling I’d get from doing simple pencil and charcoal sketches or black and white photography. I could get lost in just the moment of doing and not worry so much about the end result. The same with my writing… poems inked on random napkins, Styrofoam containers, leaves or whatever else shared itself to my moments.

Knowing how easy it is to love and how much I love to love pains me sometimes when I realize I’ve stopped breathing, stopped drinking, stopped eating, stopped singing, stopped drawing, stopped running and jumping… stopped living. or just paused.

I know it was by choice. I know it was for protection. I know it was out of pain, shame, fear, feelings of failure and self neglect. I know. I accept. I allow it to be so…

I know I am love. I know I am a healer and that I must start over and continue at the same time, by healing myself.

I know I am ready… have been and will continue to be. I am that.

 

i am

HEALED.

bring on the colors and the notes

bring out the tears and the sweat

having kept them in so long I look forward to what they will share

with me as their first audience

in the middle of the all

heART songs sing my soul to sleep as their vibrations heal me awake.

as I look left. I know now the time to right.

heART songs sing my soul to sleep as their vibrations heal me awake.

Good Mourning

SunShine. Moonlight. Pillow clouds. Purifying rain. Healing flame. detoxifying grain. Page turning breeze… tantalizing tremors accepted as quelling quakes used to shake me open

eye lids unlocked

voice freed

Time 2 reKreate DaraMonifah.thePoetArtistMusician ME.