Poem: Nature & Eternal

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I thought I had to go, no point in staying, 
My heart was begging for me to listen to the whispers and intuitive nudges.
The storm had been unfolding, lightning threatening the horizon, 
Thunder kept growing louder and louder; 
I thought I was just  skin and bones, flesh and blood.
But eventually I realised I was also magic and light alive 
And I couldn't help being reminded, every time I breathed, 
That I was worth each breath on Earth,
That my soul had a purpose here, 
That I was yet to fully embody it all. 
That's how I embarked
On the peeling of layers of my sacred healing journey. 
And how my awareness sweetly developed;
Staying stuck in the rejection of my sacredness and 
Goddess beingness wasn't an option anymore. 
Rejection of self, rejection of my humanity, rejection of 
My sacred womb and ancestral trauma had made me disconnect
Deeply from one simple truth: I was nature, loved and eternal. 
My healing had always been sacred and I was powerful beyond what I had believed.
But the bittersweet truth and beauty about our human existence was 
That the only constant was change.
Dancing with darkness and yet celebrating with gratitude 
Life was this constant mesmerising intertwinement of 
light and shadows. That was my life and I had come to understand that
there was nothing wrong, and all perfectly aligned with my own unique timing
I stopped forcing-at least I kept trying to flow more and more 
Until I would really embrace the natural ebbs and flows 
Of my beautiful human life.  
If the heaviness hadn't visited me 
I wouldn't have felt lost, I wouldn't have felt helpless
But I wouldn't have known what it was to navigate my 
Human life fully and wholeheartedly.
The darkness had taught me how to more deeply 
Be and feel and live. 



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