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Healing...

LONG AT SEA

I left the Home so long ago now

that I would not recognize

my own face.


I constructed the Boat of my Life,

and I set out

into the open sea,

waving to all who knew

that the seas would give me

everything I could handle,

and everything I could not—


and yet they waved, and I set out

into the open sea

in the Boat of My Life:

built from Soul, crafted by Heart.


And with great innocence I pushed off

into the open sea

and have been away from my Home

so long now that I would not recognize my own face—

but I know that Home,


Home

remembers me.

IT IS YOUR SEASON

It is your season.


Though every one of your

leaves has fallen, and new growth has not yet come,

it is your season.

Though your roots are the only proof you have

that you are still among the living;

though

leaves, nay fruit, seem but

a far-off dream—


it is your season.


Do you know how I know

that this is so?

Because the Divine loves

to play with Becoming,

turning “Patience”

over Its tongue

just before

It

finally

whispers


“Blooooom!”

EVERY BEAUTIFUL SILK

I imagined that God had finally decided

that This Cloth,

was simply not elegant enough;

had become too ragged,

worn

from so many bouts

of believing

in everything


but the HoneyLight

in the center...


But today God reminded me again

that every beautiful silk begins

in the cocoon,


where darkness

is spun


into


softer and softer gods.



THE BEST DANCERS

Maybe God keeps me here like this

to stumble a little.


If I were to suddenly just

turn into light,

blinding myself even

to the most precious and necessary illusions,


then what hand could hold my own?

Where would rest a weary head?

What good use for warm hearts;

for hot tears?

Why eyes to see?

Why arms to open?

Which Lovefamily to fall into?


Oh, the best dancers know

what grace

every stumble

contains.

THE SWEET UNVEILING

The sweet Unveiling is so becoming,

there is perhaps nothing

more beautiful.


The glide that you once called

“walking”.


Your fears

dropped as gently as lingerie.


As Who You Are,

naked child,

turns every purpose


Lightward


toward what has always been


right

here

shining

as


You. 

TO LOVE YOURSELF


To Love yourself, start here:

take your own hand—put it to your lips.


Then,

lay the soft of your cheek,

to the round of your shoulder,

where

the faint musk

of the enduring dreams

and the labors of your life


perfume you.


It’s a start.

It’s a beginning.


Now the ache of your heart


has

a

surface.

LIGHT, LIGHT, LIGHT

Lightearth, Lightskies

Lightwords, Lighteyes

Light weaved, Light filled, Light dreamed, Light.


Light when the Sun wakes,

Light when the Moon wakes,

Light when the Heart wakes, Light.


Light in the Dreamnight,

Light in the Heavensight,

Light in the Heartbright, Light.


Lightwarm,

Lightday,

Lightform,

Lightplay,

Lightsing, Lightsong, Light.


Light in the dim sight, Light in the dark night,


Light  Light  Light

The poems you've read here are available in the book, Home Remembers Me, a collection of over 90 poems written by Em Claire that support the journey of "a Spiritual being having a Human experience". Also available on audio as a double-CD set, read by the author.