Pieces Of My Soul In Poetry

Over the last 2 days, I wrote a poem that is going to change my life, that is already changing my life.

It is one part prayer, one part manifestation, one part romanticizing, one part visioning, one part prophesy. It is so many things, so expansive and beautiful and deeply soulful.

And so it begins...

I want to travel the world and see new places, eat good food and have unique experiences that just completely alter my understanding of what it means to be human and what it means to be alive.

I want to see the world as song and speak in verse and in poetry and to find kindred spirits that also speak my language

I want to live a life of magic, romance, and meaningful adventure where I get to experience moments of heaven on earth DAILY and i get to know what it means to live like the angels, and the fairies, and the goddesses do.

I want to spend my days topless, listening to the promises of the ocean, the messages in the wind, and the sound of his voice telling me he loves me endlessly.

I want to experience holy union, true companionship, and deep love and intimacy in marriage. To love and be loved, to hold and be held.

I want to meet incredible people who can teach me incredible lessons that never leave me even after we’ve parted ways.

I want to co-create with soulful, artistic, sensual, connected, powerful, prophetic women and experience the profoundness of what true community and sisterhood really feels like.

I want to make art that feeds my soul, heals my heart, and moves my body and then I want to share it with others so they can experience those things too.

I want to make everything sacred again, do everything in ritual and in ceremony so that I may experience true holiness, true divinity, and powerful truth insights.

I want to host garden parties that feel like communion, poetry slams that feel like living love letters, and candle lit music nights that usher in deeper connections with emotion, the medicine of our united voices, shared experience, and each other.

I want to sunbathe naked and feel the wonder of the hot sun kissing my skin and then I want to take my naked self and jump into the cool stream, giggling in delight at my nakedness, my sensation, and my intimacy with the elements.

I want to frolic in the fields and allow the fragrance of the wild-flowers to permeate my being and alter my brain chemistry.

I want to spend mornings in cuddle puddles, slowly re-entering the conscious world with softness and sweetness and thanksgiving.

I want to eat juicy fruits and experience a life that tastes as sweet. I want to eat deliciously flavorful food and be reminded that variety is the spice of life with each scrumptious bite.

I want to watch as the sun and the moon kiss at dawn and at dusk and remember that miracles are everywhere, always happening, in every moment.

I want to write, and make art, pray, and preserve moments so that I can more deeply appreciate them while I’m in them and then revisit those moments later through the portals of my own expression and recorded experience.

I want to live a peaceful life because I deserve to be in nervous system regulation and deep safety as often as possible.

I want to love and celebrate the skin I’m in and truly take care of myself, pamper myself, treat myself, romance myself, because I deserve that kind of love from myself first and foremost.

I want to listen to live music and experience the magic and the medicine of the sounds that humans can create. I want to be transported to another dimension through song and experience healing in places inside of me that didn’t know they needed healing.

I want to laugh until my tummy hurts and my eyes tear up and I gasp for breath and know what it means to be so filled with joy, I could die.

I want to visit art museums and be completely taken over by the stories and the beauty and the life living on the walls and I want to be inspired to live my own life more beautifully and more artfully.

I want to dance until my legs feel like jelly and my heart is smiling and my soul is beaming and my body is healing through somatic modalities.

I want to experience the full spectrum of this human life and revel in the poetry of the juxtapositions, the paradoxes, the many opposing truths that can exist in the same moment, all equally valid, all happening, all at once.

I want to pray until I can tangibly hear the voice of the divine and the sounds of my own soul, until I feel the touch of the ancestors, the living earth, the angels, and life force energy flowing through my veins.

I want to live in freedom in my womanhood, exploring, expressing, and defining for myself what it means to be a woman, what it means to cultivate feminine energy, and what it means to live fully in this female form.

I want to make love in beautiful places, in precious moments, and touch the face of God with every pulse and know how to live as above so below. I want to make love until I know that my pleasure is my healing and my power and my potency and my greatest gift to offer up.

I want to surrender to the flow of creativity, to lean into inspiration until I move into inspired action and endlessly cultivate my own flavor of muse magic.

I want to read poetry that speaks to my soul on European rooftops, tropical beaches and fields of green, while listening to the chiming of Spanish church bells, the sound of the water licking the shore, and the sound of the wind tickling the willow trees.

I want to always be devoted to the continuation of my own education through lived in experience, to never stop integrating the lessons and the messages and to see all moments as opportunities to go deeper, higher, father, wider. I want to be the kind of alchemist who takes in those lessons and transforms them into lived-in wisdom that drips like honey that never goes bad.

I want to be the kind of person who deeply witnesses the blessings and the miracles in all things and who never ceases in giving thanks.

I want to be the kind of person who chooses time and time again to stay soft no matter what becomes of it all. To always trust again, to love again, to forgive again, to let go again, to give again. I want to be resilient beyond measure, remaining soft in body, mind, heart, and soul.

I want to live where the light dances between the leaves of the lemon trees and ponder if maybe I was born from where the light plays.

I want to drink hot tea on high altitude Italian balconies, eat oysters on a boat on the French Riviera, sip on ice cold mojitos on a Mexican beach, and lavishly lick at delectable chocolates on the silk sheets of beds in foreign places with views I’ve only ever dreamt of.

I want to write poems and stories and songs that touch people in places that have long since been abandoned, to remind them they are not alone, to remind them that they can write something new for themselves, that we are all here, continuously co-creating with the divine and as such we are so divinely held in our stories.

I want to melt into surrender and live my life in complete faith, absolute trust, and total conviction knowing that what will be will be, and what will be will always be for the best — eventually.

I want to forever be experimenting, experiencing, exploring, expressing, evolving, enthralling, and enchanting.

I want to live and love fully, fiercely, wildly, wide, and with everything I am and all I have to give until my legacy is love, simply — love.

I want to mentor women and help guide them into their own truth, their deepest desires, their own sabor of femininity, their wildest expression, and their most meaningful, soulful life.

I want to story of my life to be my favorite one to tell because o chose to live it wise and live it well.