Mud-Wise
Read this for courage when you feel too messy to be seen.
Feeling too messy to come out?
What if this time, you e m b r a c e d it
Rolled in the mudbath of the moment's
Majesty
Sunk into your skin and mucked about
Let Her have Her Way with
Your perfection, idealism
and your crippling doubt
Let the Mess shake you
from your tower
Shine into the cracks
- the whole way through-
Let the Mess
Beckon you with her music
Her sacred outcry
Her haunting tune
May you embrace
a closer dance with Gaia
Writhe surrendered
To her wanton groove
Sing her song of Aliveness
Let her simply s h a k e you
From what you thought you knew
Taste more fully, the sweetness
of your Hunger
Savour whatever is
Finally -messy enough-
to come through
May Truth dance wildly
like flames, devouring
What caused you
To abandon you
Acceptance blazes in your iris
Casting out shadows
that used to enslave you
Stomp fervently as sparks fly
from the dead wood of shame
that kept you hidden from View
May you dance from the belly
of Enoughness
Until She consumes
your every excuse
Let her leave you there,
breathless in your Bounty
Bestilled by your own
Living proof
Dear wild one,
What is happening to you is
happening for you
Through you (and as you)
On repeat until
Enoughness is your
Every living truth
Look in the mirror and say
"Mess, your Majesty,
How the ashes
of Authenticity
Really do become you!"
Now, take a walk with your wildness
Beloved,
Like Coyotes under the moon
Test your new instincts
In step with Courage,
Find home in the unknown, too
You are steadfast
in your Completion
You cannot be pulled
or Torn or Used
Step simply in your own Honour
Find in trust, community will rise
However seemingly wayward,
Whatever cloth -or tail- or size
They will meet you for a moment
Or a lifetime
No need to pre-emptively surmise
Trust this, though, beloved
You belong here amongst the mud-wise
You are love, now more
Fully remembered
The path home, next
YOU will guide
Having been lost and then
Deeply found again
For this is exactly why:
Our bones of this world
Are borrowed
Our words, a powerful spell
Your energy is a gift of
Majestic Mess
We've been Given
To give back, Well
-Aeryana Castley
About the Creator
Aeryana Castley
I am listening through the static for the medicine of each moment. I teach off-the-mat yoga of relating well; write to see more clearly - and with a cherishing heart- singing more freely.
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