Emergence


A brown dead seeming thing

I hung

Suspended from a wooden ceiling

Lifeless and unmoving



Yet gradually something in me stirred

I felt a whisper in my soul

Great mother earth calling me

To wake


It started slowly

My mind,

Gently bringing thoughts to focus

activating slumbering sensation


Rapidly the awakening grew swifter

Passing beyond my control

A pre-programmed sequence took over

Pushing my newly woken mind away



And suddenly I was dropping

Freed from my cocooning cell

Free falling

Until



Whispering in my soul

Once more

Mother goddess sighs

Open up, spread your wings



You can fly



The freefall stops

And I am rising

Rapidly flapping these glorious appendages

Lightly ascending upwards



Bourn on Brightly painted wings

That I am sure were not their before

I emerge out of the darkness

Into the light



--Alanna

Thank you Alanna.
This is very beautiful.

Love
vicky

This is lovely Alanna.
Thank you for sharing it.

Love,
Sue

Beautiful Alanna!

Emergance inspiring! let's see.. one wonders if one can fly... but of course!

Feel free to flap those glorious appendages!!!

Thank you for sharing.

Love and light being, Teo

Dear Alanna,

Thank you for sharing your beautiful
and deeply touching poem with us.

Love, Inda

Artist: Susan Seddon Boulet

Thank you dear Alanna.
This is very beautifully written.

Sincerely,
Gisele