Allegory of the Cave

I’ve been thinking a lot of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave recently.
Imagine prisoners tide up side by side in darkness placed in front of a blank stone wall. The prisoners can turn their heads nor move so that they can’t see one another. Behind them there is a fire and the captors have people walking in front of the fire with puppets so that it casts a shadow upon the wall the prisoners stare at. Any sounds and talk, these prisoners believe come from the shadows in the wall. This is the reality they live in and they have no knowledge of people or the captors behind them.
One day they are set free and have to crawl through a narrow tunnel to an opening into the outer world. When first reaching the outside they see the light of the sun and it’s blaring and painful because they’ve only known darkness their whole life. It hurts their eyes and burn their skin, so they retreat back into the comfort of their darkness into the only reality they’ve known their whole life, not understanding it’s been an illusion.
However a few realize there is something more outside and decide to go back into the light. Over time their eyes adjust and the sun feels good. They realize in that moment that the shadows they thought were real were only replications of what is real under the sun while some stay in the darkness, those who go outside can finally live free.
What I believe is the reality can hurt when you live in the comfort of illusion for so long, but eventually the light of reality is the only way to live a life beautiful and free.

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The Red Road

I fell a hundred times

Face planting into concrete and mud,

Painted scars making lines of red like markers from my cuts

Dripping down to the ground.

Bruised but not broken,

I got up to rise in the path I chose,

Walking off the path most trampled on.

A hundred times trying to step away,

To run back to my spirit screaming “come back!,”

A hundred times returning to where I belong,

Cuz the voice of my heart

Shouts so loud my mind can’t hide

From the call to be free from the confines of the normal kind

Of a life which could have been more safe and sound,

But happiness only in step on a road less traveled.

A hundred times

Shaking doubt and tired pursuit,

To live the life I can’t deny,

Because I was born this way

To rise above what was taught to those in my time.

Persephone

Persephone

Dig deep into me

As if you’re trying to grab my soul

Caress it in your hands

As you feel me crying out

With pleasure and pain.

Devour me

And be one body, one spirit, one mind.

Feel my heartbeat inside you

In sync with yours

Until we beat as one.

Plant Girl in the City

Plant Girl

Plant Girl in the city loved to take walks,

She loved to look into open windows and write stories about the people she sees.

She loved to walk into coffee shops and wait for a warm pour over while observing the plants.

She loves to bring home new plants and watch them grow new leaves,

Water them,

Clean then,

And play music for them.

The city enchanted her.

But she left and came back to her sea.

She loved the salt in her hair and the evening breezes.

It helped her thoughts to slow down.

Plant Girl is happy as long as she is free.

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Broken Arrow

I shot down each of my demons

And One by one laid clear my path,

I pulled one with the fletching torn,

As i stood face to face with a monstrous beast.

Without my arms I trembled

Eyes closed and cold sweat crawling zig zags down my cheek.

I died a hundred deaths before I opened my eyes

and saw before me

The beast quivering

eyes closed and beads of sweat.

I touched its shoulder

And the Eyes fluttered Open

My own eyes staring back

Holding a Broken arrow.

I died one hundred deaths

Before I opened my eyes.

Unfurled Hearts

Unfurled Hearts
Before we arrived at this place,

We lied still in the dank dark earth,

Waiting for that moment when you and I fell inline to cross paths. 

 From opposite ends we unfurled and stood in the thick of tall dark branches,

Until we found in each other a reflection that pushed them aside to let the light through. 

Creating hearts

Feet entwined,

Brows touching

Passing life 

Breath by breath 

Mouth to mouth.  

Transforming us to divine

Gods Immortal. 

Plant Therapy

Woke up in a funk today 

In light of some recent events in the world, the states, my microcosm, the home, my room….

The first thought after teaching yoga this morning is that I need to clean, and then I’ll feel better,

But the heaviness would not leave for me to lift a limb.

Then I thought, I need a little motivation,

And so I went to the nursery,

Walked around conversing with my enlightened toddler,

Found a healthy new fiddle leaf fig and a lush maiden hair fern.

I never pretended to be perfect. 

Happiness in a swipe and small talk, “yes the weather is much nicer today… no receipt please.” No paper trails. 

Now my Boston fern and birds nest fern look happier and truth is, their chances of survival have just increased with their new companions….

As well as mine.