Let the Light Shine Through

Flagstaff Lake, Maine

Let the Light Shine Through

Brilliant blues of the morning
sky become obscured by
shades of gray that
softly billow and swirl.
Winter sunbeams gently stretch
to frozen waters below.

As I continue to
learn and grow,
awaken and deepen,
I find I crave answers that
are definitive and clear.
I want those pristine blue skies
all around me,
to be free from any
residual, nebulous gloom.
 When I discover that
 what I thought I knew
is not entirely true
I adjust my path,
reorient my inner workings,
and stride ahead with gusto.
But, like benign clouds
above a snowy valley,
sometimes I just need
 to slow down a bit and
let the light shine through.

Sarah Carlson

March 13, 2016

Enough

Flagstaff Lake, Maine

Enough

Separate and one
we stand strong by the shore
of a frozen windswept  lake,
each of us rooted and whole.
Softly we sway as cool breezes
waft about us and we stretch
into a brilliant blue sky.

Magestic magical mountain range
watches over the valley scene
as stories are told,
new ones unfold,
and joy of togetherness binds.
Storm clouds may come another day,
and we’ll weather whatever comes.
In this moment, however,
we have enough,
we are enough,
and we can simply be.

Sarah Carlson

March 5, 2016

Inner Embers

Bonfire - February 2016

So much has been happening within. I tried to express it in the following poem, but I'm not sure there are actually words that can adequately capture these deep shifts. I do know that I am experiencing energy unlike any I've known in the past, while at the very same time I get incredibly tired. And it all feels right.  I am so grateful that I have had the opportunity, or I guess more clearly that I've worked to provide myself with the opportunity, to learn to see the world through my own eyes and experience it with my very own truth.
I post this with so much love in my heart...

Inner Embers

The energy of healing -
powerful, cleansing, hopeful, revealing.
All through the process inner embers
maintain their glow with
the vibrancy of one’s authentic spirit.
Worn out worries often fuel the fire
as past traumas lose traction,
their effects transformed
to further understandings of self.
Sparks curl and reach,
dancing into the ether
carrying angst, suffering, fear
away.
Cinders from the fire
fall into the glowing coals
so that residue left behind
will ignite when the time is right
and inner embers can
shine more brilliantly than
ever before.

Sarah Carlson

March 2, 2016