Our Traditions,
twisted,
moulded and diluted.
Shells of reality,
threaded through this
disillusion.
Breaking points
exposed amongst the fearless.
The grounded knowledge,
that breaks out, into song.
Our remembrance of what once was,
words to break the spell,
to lift us out of our slumber.
To take back the seeds of our creation,
our abundance that flows,
that weaves it's way
into the minds of those that seek to know.
To grow
as we nurture,
the very essence of our understanding,
the eternal energy,
that seeks us to unlearn,
to surrender
and feel our way,
amongst this
inflow
of empowerment.
This poem came out of a conversation I had with my girls about Christmas. We don't celebrate it, but they are exposed to it. It intrigues them, but me, I see how they stole our sacred celebrations and moulded them into their own form.
Life is meant to be celebrated, to be honoured and we can do that by breaking away from this holidays, that promote consumerism and focus more on celebrating life, through our engagement with nature.
This poem is a call of remembrance, of what it means to be empowered. We have choices to make. Life is all about reflection, about observation. It calls on us to look within, to really see our place amongst it all.
Where do we sit, are we willing to break out of our comfort, to break away from a way of life that so often leaves us imprisoned.
It is not what we have on the outside, that should be used to measure our happiness, our success.
It's what we carry inside, it's our ability to look at who we are and make the changes we wish to see. Because, everything that we are not changing, we are choosing!
