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Forgetting To Be Scared (a poem)

Heart equals OK
If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you probably know that, in addition to believing that loving whomever and however many you want is a basic human right, I also follow love as a spiritual path. It’s not always easy to remember to turn toward love in all circumstances.  If, for instance, people are attacking you because of your relationship choices, (or if you are afraid that they might, or if you are afraid that those choices might affect your family) it can be awfully hard to remember that part of why you made those choices would be to allow more love in the world, and in your life. Recently, things have been a bit stressful for me personally, and I’ve found it necessary to remind myself of how to get back in touch with love, and with myself.  Since I’m pretty sure that this experience is not unique to me (*wry smile*), I thought I’d share with you the poem that I wrote as I followed my own path back to center.  It’s called “Forgetting To Be Scared,” and you can find it below the cut. I hope you enjoy it.

May you always remember that you are Love,

~♥ Dawn

PS: If you like the poem, you might want to join my LoveOTB list, where I shared this poem with my subscribers (along with a couple of other rockin’ offers like this awesome weekend June 20-23, by my friend and mentor Samantha Bennett) a couple of days ago.

PPS: In honor of Pride Month, you might also want to check out my Love Is OK T-shirt with the rainbow heart.  Because no matter who or how many you love, Love is ALWAYS OK! (Tip: Use code 15PROMOONALL for a 15% discount when you order by end of day on 6/11/13.)

Forgetting To Be Scared

by Dawn Davidson

 

When I’m scared
I can’t think.
My body tenses
my mind tenses
I forget tenses
not to mention whole words
or the entire English language

When I’m tense
I can’t write
my mind a blank
my heart a wasteland
my fingers drumming
drumming
drumming
my heart pounding
my head pounding
stuffed full of words with no meanings
like a jumble of fluffy fiberfill
all form and no substance between my ears

when I stop fighting
stop pounding
stop tensing
when I
stop.
When I just sit in that fluffiness
allowing the quiet in my head –
soft and springy and gentle –
to fill my heart
when I allow myself to be
myself
to just be with the fluffy fuzziness of it all
Then, I come to a stillness
a momentary peace
in the nothingness at the center of my being

And when from this center
I begin again
offering my skills from my heart
giving of my soul to others
moving from my genuine well of spirit
Ah!
Then
Then things start to flow again
and I begin to remember
why I might be here
and who I am

When I remember
myself
I can remember
you
I can remember
words
and the way they fit together
like kittens on a chair
or lovers in a bed
or dancers, flowing together in the music

When my words dance
in my head
from my heart
on the page
Then I remember other kinds of dancing:
the dance of feet in the ceilidh
the dance of birds in the wind
the dance of music in my ears
the dance of love in the souls of my beloveds
the dance of all spirits in the infinite
all separate, all together, all ways
always.

And when my spirit dances in the infinite
separate
yet together
intertwined
yet distinct
moving and being moved
an organic expression of Love itself
then at last
at last
I remember I am Love,
and I forget
to be scared.

Dawn Davidson copyright 6/8/13 12:49am

∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥ ∞ ♥

[© 2013 Dawn M. Davidson]

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