Standing under her, under the weight she carries under her, under herstanding in one place.Standing under herinstead of chasing her emotions had timeto unravel recalibrate integrate…it was then she was able to witness herself. Under her, standing alone with that one place she had no choice but to accept her as self perfectionism be dammed!No … Continue reading Understanding
poetry
A good bye
The land held me when I cried. The cat looked at me it's okay. I brave-faced the sadness sobbing it out of my eyes and throat and into the ground, into the sound the wind, the rain, the blowing snow it wasn’t fun but I recognized it as necessary. A guide to keep going, I … Continue reading A good bye
Vulnerability
I can stand now so can my purpose before bowing down to our potential our art I can relax now so can my body my shoulders my breath in our space bound together believing in one another breathing for one another with time given back to me I create with your trust I am endlessly … Continue reading Vulnerability
A sense of calm
A sense of calm provided by your presence your stature your body a fortress I retreat behind. Relaxing because I can, now that you are here beside me at ease I release fear's grip unknowingly I held the key Beside you, I breathe Beside you, I stay here, in the present Beside you, I close … Continue reading A sense of calm
Dear, Future Self
She used to live in a space, left of right & full of center, held together with outward facing mirrors, tied together by string. She aimed the mirrors outwards, on purpose – she didn’t want to look at her reflection, reflection of self; she couldn’t. I can't tell you why, she asked me not to … Continue reading Dear, Future Self
In balance
...but in balance with all those times I was heavy defensive, hurting and sad, I was also happy. I played silly, I danced, I was funny, you laughed. I was careful tender, nurturing and kind.
Planting seeds
I leave my blood on the groundon dead leavesfallen from fall treescrimson droplets plump with war stories through my body my blood from my body on earth's body wound restssword lays downmorning fresh with fogwarms from the glow of the rising suna web of frost meltsthe dawn after the mourningit all begins againanother chance to … Continue reading Planting seeds
Forgiveness
the trees don't judge me the way you do pinning me down to outdated impressions the trees don't scrutinize me the way you do seeing me through a lens that only fits you the trees see me in a way you don't they don't hold on holding on to old stories they bury them like … Continue reading Forgiveness
Answers
Ancient rocks, ancient like glaciation, tumbled through centuries and through time, etched their way into the earth. The wind sounded like water, like waves, pushing though leaves of the highest trees, waving above and so below, all around. A bird repeated a stanza, its song a hollow, echoing. you give me steps to climb to … Continue reading Answers
New spaces
I remind myself you live in my body my right palm placed above my left breast, on my chest where your love lives you bring me back into my body I used to avoid these spacesthe places my body blocked itself locked itself from feeling "She keeps her head in the clouds", they said of … Continue reading New spaces
Patience
The meadow was talking about it, I could tell...stalks and seedsfacing one another, united,talking amongst themselves.I said it againin case they didn't hear me I am a masterpiece, a work of artThey whispered this timeto one anotherI wait eager to hear their responseI continue to talk out loudas though all beings are listening thank youas … Continue reading Patience
When he comes home
The sound of dry leaves blowing in light wind tricking me into thinking he's coming up behind me even though I knew he was still taking steps across ancient terrain, across the shield. His horsepainted bellyspots of white nuzzling his head in my palms every time he saw me and me, always thanking himthank you … Continue reading When he comes home
Angela Mason 