The first 4 stanza!! 🤲🏾🤲🏾✨ ‘there is beauty in quite..there is power in the soil of home..care is a form of magic...when love offers a home.” Abundance.
"Embodying the pleasure of poetry we remember, “saying the right thing, at the right time, to the right person”, is the point and the practice." This hits because I have been recently contemplating on how practice and serendipity interplay. Will be returning to that (and the preceding questions from the paragraph) as my thoughts develop--thanks Ayana!
I just have been sitting with the following poem from the winter all day, and inspired to share it again by this post:
I still have much yet to learn
But what I have learned thus far
Is that there is beauty
In quiet
There is beauty
And strength
And grace
And willfulness
And power
In the soil of home
I have lived enough to see
How care is a form of magic
A spell
Weaving mystic winds of love
With ritual
With labor
Care is transmutation
A rose bush sheds its thorns
When love offers a home
Gather your grievances
Your hurts
Kindred flesh wounds
Infections and infractions alike
Pour love into the cracks
Of your skin
Let it seep through the surface
And touch the tenderness
That lies beneath
Be still!
Breathe
Breathe
Hold yourself
And then
Hold another
And then
Release
Spells are recipes for magic
What magic will you weave?
I spent much time afraid
Fearful that it will not be enough
That my spell is not sufficient
I forgot that I am merely a channel
For magic that moves at its own current
It’s not to be created, coiled, cowed, controlled
Magic moves
And we dance either with it
Or are smashed on the rocks by its tide
Love moves
And we dance either with it
Or are lost wandering the void
There are witches who do very creditable work
There is adventure in routine
In ritual
In home
Light a fire
Boil tea
Dance to the drum
Tune in to your heartbeat
Share love
All of it is magic
A poem! A prayer! Asé, thank you so much for sharing. 🙏🏾
The first 4 stanza!! 🤲🏾🤲🏾✨ ‘there is beauty in quite..there is power in the soil of home..care is a form of magic...when love offers a home.” Abundance.
"Embodying the pleasure of poetry we remember, “saying the right thing, at the right time, to the right person”, is the point and the practice." This hits because I have been recently contemplating on how practice and serendipity interplay. Will be returning to that (and the preceding questions from the paragraph) as my thoughts develop--thanks Ayana!
Yessss, that's that musicality peeking through! It's always there.