Two Poems
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As we share our gifts and receive from one another, we embark on a journey of co-created flourishing, composting the shit into flowers that bloom from the soul and soil, with the fragrance of all that is holy, especially the mundane. Blessings and peace to you and to all that you love, to all that you are composting, to all the many ways you shine and share your magnificent self with the world. You are needed. Your light matters. Love is the substrate of all that we are, beyond our differences. Enjoy the poems - they were birthed with as my heart’s response to pain - both collective and individual - that is, my own personal pain. The second poem emerged in response to a comment I received toward the first, which was not really painful because of the criticism itself, which lacked any substance, but because so often I have experienced others trying to take me down or misconstruing my motives, who I am or what I am about in response to my authentic expression. This is sad for me and also I feel so upset that this is how innocence and authenticity beyond a certain range are treated - or have been up until now - in this world. I long for a world where innocence and authenticity thrive! A shaman I worked with over time some years ago said to me when I was feeling disillusioned with life here on earth, “If you love something so much and want so much for it to exist on the earth plane, be willing to be THAT in order to birth it here, even if you are the only one.” I take that to heart. Whether it’s joy or freedom of expression that isn’t coopted, or it’s the authenticity of admitting that sometimes I show up stronger than I feel inside, because I do not think it’s safe to do otherwise, or the willingness to say fuck it, I’m going to do it anyway, because today my inner child said, after days of refusal, that she is ready to explore what it is to be soft.
The following inquiry that came to me through a dialogue around that experience. I have had to become tougher than I am to be true to myself, and in so doing, have often trampled my own self and failed to love myself gently. My inquiry was and is,
“If I were allowed to be soft and it were safe to be me…I would…”
That inquiry birthed the poem underneath the first one, about the water and the pearl conversing.
After one more really challenging encounter where I felt really misunderstood and slammed, I immediately white feather, which was followed up with some really severe discomfort.
Finally came the ugly cry.
And on my walk, came…something so miraculous, I couldn’t stop smiling in wonder and pure awe.
My neighbor put up the peace flag.
Yesterday I’d commented to my beloved Hubby that his Ukraine flag felt like peace…it felt so different from all the other times I’ve looked at it.
And today, the PEACE flag was flying.
Blessings, all my love, and may peace prevail sooner rather than later, at least in our own hearts!
Alicia Kwon
2024
Questions for Unity
If every Jew were born a Palestinian - And Every German were born in Auschwitz-Birkenau
And every Ukranian National, and those who fund that war, felt in vision-quest, the vastness of Babyn Yar
What iif every sacred child felt their inner soul Star?
How would move forward beyond different versions of Consternation
Every one of Euro descent were born on a Reservation
And all the WEF were locked down
And all those wrongfully incarcerated were set free...
Who would I be if I were you and you were me
In Lakesh
In Lakesh
I am you and you are me
Om Tare Tutarre
Ture Soha
We come from the same Om
The same Ma
The Crescent The Cross
A Star
A Tree of Life
Beyond This Strife
The Christian before Christendom
The Essenes and the Celts
What if the Irish were part Jewish, like me and you?
What if Rumi and Hafiz ruled Iran today?
What if no more Children were sold, blackmails to pay?
And Kabir and Yeshua
And Buddha
Kahuna of Hawaii
The Missing of Innocent Little Children of Maui
The Saami, Kurds, the Roma
The ancient Magdalenes
And the Sufis
Who visit the Rock of the Dome
All found Heart's True Home
And It was In All of Us
The Same
Would we End This War, Othering, Enemy-Making Game?
Would we stop cutting off water and food to Palestine?
Would you be my Valentine?
Would we stop letting the tiny few undo the love for the you in me and the me in you?
Would we refuse to let the few elite, whether Jewish or Catholic or Muslim or Bon
The few who masquerade as for us when they are against us
Who are insincere while certain religious or countrymen-robes they don
Stop us from moving on?
Sing a Song
Song Your Love
Be the Dove
The Dragon
The Lion
The Deer
Move into an open path where all becomes Clear
The Pearl
Why did I have to become this hard?
Said Pearl to Water, as Water rained upon the Pearl, splashing her lightly
Water replied
To keep the oyster copacetic
And might I say, you are quite aesthetic
But you can easily melt and become liquid, or hide for millions, if not billions of years in crystalline form within rarest rocks of earth.
Why must I hold this hardened space around an irritant of long ago?
Why can I not melt as you do, and simply let go?
Beloved Pearl, I cannot chose the time of my melting any more than you can, nor when I evaporate or finding my way, perhaps on a comet, deep within earth as water’s 4th form
I just melt and freeze and rise and form so often
You think it is the norm
In other dimensions you are Pearlescent Mother’s Milk of Dragon
But on earth, you spend more time as a Pearl because you’ve take a lot of hits for not getting on the collective’s wagon
But everything serves its season
Just as when I am frozen I protect the skater and the ice fisher
And when I am rain I wash away the old, sooth and heal the pain, nurture the seeds, then evaporate and rise again
Your Pearl-Form
Is Wisdom
That can Be Held and Cherished
Or Strung on a Necklace
So that Others Won’t have Perished
With No Gain
From Their Pain
Why did I have to become this hard?
Said Pearl to Water, as Water rained upon the Pearl, splashing her lightly
Water replied
To keep the oyster copacetic
And might I say, you are quite aesthetic
But you can easily melt and become liquid, or hide for millions, if not billions of years in crystalline form within rarest rocks of earth.
Why must I hold this hardened space around an irritant of long ago?
Why can I not melt as you do, and simply let go?
Beloved Pearl, I cannot chose the time of my melting any more than you can, nor when I evaporate or finding my way, perhaps on a comet, deep within earth as water’s 4th form
I just melt and freeze and rise and form so often
You think it is the norm
In other dimensions you are Pearlescent Mother’s Milk of Dragon
But on earth, you spend more time as a Pearl because you’ve take a lot of hits for not getting on the collective’s wagon
But everything serves its season
Just as when I am frozen I protect the skater and the ice fisher
And when I am rain I wash away the old, sooth and heal the pain, nurture the seeds, then evaporate and rise again
Your Pearl-Form
Is Wisdom
That can Be Held and Cherished
Or Strung on a Necklace
So that Others Won’t have Perished
With No Gain
From Their Pain
“If I were allowed to be soft and it were safe to be me…I would…”
You are allowed to be soft, Alicia. And it is safe to be you. It's the only one you can be!
I love the conversation between Pearl and Water ~ Hardness and Softness.
We are who we are, soft and sensitive ~ I believe that's the core nature of all humans. That's how we are born. Toughness and hardness are protective layers added later, in compensation for wounds of trauma, survival strategies of sensitive humans, scared of their own softness.
Being in connection with our softness and sensitivity means ~ in my experience ~ that we have access to our vulnerable selves. It's a great strength, although it may not feel like that sometimes.
We are allowed to be soft. It is safe to be ourselves. In fact, it's the safest way to be, because it's authentic.
Authentic softness makes us resilient, fluid and resourceful ~ like water ~ the strongest and most creative element. The experience of vulnerability does not arise from softness but from fear of rejection, which is a whole other story...