A lost love,
Lost to the war,
Rolling in the grass moments before.
Our hideaway,
The meadow of love and peace,
Rushing to one another,
Our souls and bodies needing to meet.
A union of need,
A union of love.
It takes over me,
Engulfing me from above.
The desperation,
Missing his skin,
Touch me,
Calm me.
Love and light between our eyes,
Deep joining,
Love until the end.
The calm,
The peace,
Lying under the peach tree.
The birds sing love songs,
Just for you,
And for me.
The flowers caress,
Dance softly in the wind.
The sun warms our bodies as we settle in.
The embrace of one another,
Hold each other close,
Forehead to forehead,
Smiles soften our hold.
The tender holding,
Being close to you,
Stay in the moment,
So perfect,
The love is true.
The man runs through the forest,
Seeking us out.
The warrior woman softened,
And her king to be found.
She jumps to her white horse,
Bellows,
You won't take him from me.
The confidence,
The stubborn,
The resiliency.
He touches her leg,
She looks down upon him.
Love,
I need to go,
I must leave with him now.
The softened lover turns to the knowing goddess warrior.
The truth she knows,
Yes,
He must go.
How she must steal.
Steal herself,
For him to walk away.
Don't let him see the worry,
Flashing upon her face.
My love,
Please,
Come back to me.
Don't let the war take you.
Widow me lonely.
He holds her gaze,
Squeezes her hand,
Walks out of her life,
Never to be seen again.
This is a poem that surprised,
Surprised me when it came through.
It felt like this very true past life vision,
And it's interesting to see how these things can come about in life,
And how we feel in our way we move through our lives.
Like we are always searching for this lost person.
And I found that this story was actually a true story for my lineage.
And how I found this out was in talking to my Nana about a relative of hers,
And her story was so similar to this poem for me.
And it was about her,
This ancestor of mine,
She had been married.
She'd either been married or she had been with this man who she loved,
And I believe he did go to war,
And he didn't return and she had to take care of these kids on her own.
It was a really,
Really hard life.
And when my Nana was telling me this,
My mind immediately connected and clicked into this poem that I wrote.
Because I had been wondering up to this point in time,
When I heard this story,
Is this mine?
Is this me in a past life?
And dealing with trying to find my love again,
Am I going to find this love in this lifetime?
And when I heard this story,
It really lightened this load for me,
Because I realized it wasn't mine.
It was someone in my lineage,
And it was being held in my body,
But it wasn't mine.
And so once I heard this story,
It just completely lightened this thought and this feeling that I had to be searching for someone,
Because it's not mine.
And this is something that I really wanted to share,
Because sometimes the messages that we get,
They are for us and they are for us to learn about,
And maybe it's about us,
Or maybe it's about our ancestral lineage.
And there is this very interesting learning curve in ancestral karma and ancestral healing and in generational trauma that just comes down the line.
And one version of this is like this example that I'm giving.
Somehow I was able to connect into this ancestor that I didn't know about this love that she lost.
And it's something that has come down the line to me.
And as you listen to more of my poems and of my readings,
There is going to be a more common theme of recognizing this,
These family traumas,
Generational traumas,
Shame,
These stories that are passed down just in the way that we live or our body just knows in these different ways.
And I'm really excited to share all these different insights with you.
Now to close,
I have another short poem that is connected with the first one.
I call out to my love lost at sea,
The sea of the battle that took him from me.
Our time cut short.
It's time to find each other again.
Open our hearts,
Send out the call,
Fall into each other's arms.
Let's take this to the end.
So this part of the poem,
This second part,
It's up to you as for what you feel from it.
When it came out for me,
It gave me hope that anything that wasn't finished will be.
Something that's meant to be yours will be found.
And there is hope in that.
And if you can hold the space and believe that what is yours will come to you,
It will.
