Christmas poem - Pilgrimaging to love

'Pilgrimaging to love

Pilgrimaging

is not betting

with your life

but sitting

seeing what is fitting

what is there to deprive,

your being alive.

Being a pilgrim

makes your choices win

of matter

which others are not flatter

but when you have the need for meaning

this need for this leaning

into living

receiving and giving

you need to find your own path

come up with your own math

how you count your days

in this unique life you call your space.

Pilgrimaging

is more than imagine

it is a travel to the essential

showing this potential

you carry inside

and would have never believed

some are telling you while grieved. 

But in a sudden, some time, something happened

your soul feel so flattened

but a 'growing-busting-you-free-emotion',

an energy shift apportion

inside starts to glide

with a busting pride

freeing yourself

cleaning off those false beliefs shelves. 

Ready to conquer your world again

leaving all this pain.

Throwing up your arms

screaming out loud

not in a way that harms

just for the sake of this freeing shout

that is all about

following those clues

life is spilling like a puzzle

that finding the fitting piece is worth all the hassle. 

Freeing yourself from old,

sometimes the need to be bold,

to let go all old patterns

let them swim away like water laterns. 

Making room for new to learn

and be aware of concern

but trusting this inside part

called heart.

Pilgrimaging is not patching

it is really hatching

your inside seed

taking care of its need, 

so it can grow

in a flow

only life knows

and only your emerging inner silence shows

overtime how you can deal and feel about lifes lesson

if you are ready to see all as a blessing

respecting, allowing, accepting

for the subtle fragnance of your moments receipting.

Utterly centered

 knowing ways to your core be entered

and retreat there in peace

for this inner bliss to release. 

Finally seeing who you are

your beings par

with nature

listening to your own inside prayer

giving you the rhythm

to move with the waves

in grace.'

- by Anke Martin Christmas 2012 

In honor to the path I walked this year, 

in honor to life, such things are possible. 

In honor to the light, which made me curious.

In honor to my soul and heart and body, going with me this way. 

In honor to lifes magic.

In honor to my core and being. 

THANK YOU :)

                                 

PS: HELLO SUN - YOU FEEL GOOD TO SEE! 
SIGH!  

PS from a little later: My part is the dessert today.....baking and 'creating'. :))))

How is your day so far? Smile account? Heart beating in joy? Soul flying? Piratess/pirate on adventure?  

PS from after lunch: Table set, house in some order, dessert done. Now some snack and then maybe meeting with the sun and fresh air? Let's see.....how about you?? Still calm inside? Need a cheer up? CATCH for YOU! :))))))  

PS from early afternoon: MAJOR SIGH! SOOOOO DARN GOOD...YEP :))))))) Back from a break in nature. BLUE SKY and SUN..felt very relaxing and my back feels better too. Moving rocks :)))