Mindful Musings by Mary Prefontaine
Sometimes in the quiet of the morning, I am visited by another me – the one that plays with prose and is quietly attentive to what is patiently waiting to be invited out to be with me. Sometimes it shows up as a rant, or an explosion of emotions, but today it was a poem. I share it with you today with no sense of purpose, except to provide the platform for this question: What inside of you is waiting for an invitation to be let out? With anticipation, – MM
Let me out.
Let me find the path outward
beyond myself and all the shiny objects
I once thought were treasures.
Let me out.
Out of the collected,
the calamity, the crazy, the chaotic
the crying.
Let me out.
Let me listen to the whispers
of all the voices,
the ones in the ancient cedars
who call me home
Inviting me to sit
with what is wild in me.
Let me out.
To hear the slap of the seal
mating under the stars
and the sweet kiss of the water
against the shore.
Let me feel the tide of my being
edging its way out
again and again to the unknown.
Let me out.
To wander into
the raw edges of longing
where the wind rages
while the trees stand still.
Let me drop to my knees
into the soft lap of the earth,
while my heart breaks and bursts
In awe of the beauty I have missed.
Let me out.
To swim in the silent waters
of my soul, into the endless
new beginnings of each breath
where the air is cool against my eyelashes
and I can listen to the bird song
reminding me that I am fully alive.
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