Ode to 2020 By Swan Michelle
I began writing and studying less and instead experiencing and contemplating more poetically in 2020. Please enjoy a list of ongoing poetry that I will add to, inspired by this year of growth and transformation, a chest of jewels in poem from 2020.
And We Ignite
Sky of infinity
Your stars shine so brightly
You reflect to me
A timeless truth
Brilliantly
I am infinity
Sun shines so radiantly
You give and give so generously
May I choose to live freely
And offer valiantly
With nobility
Moon up in the sky
Your mystery, yet you do not lie
Soft, supple, full of light
Your power reveals this night
And I ignite
I am infinity
And of nobility
I embody
This divinity.
And I ignite
We are infinity
And of nobility
We embody
This divinity
And we ignite
by Swan Michelle
And So Take To The Forest
We are asked to discern and choose daily
A new beginning or an old past disdain
And so take to the forest
When feeling deeply this worlds pain
Cut cords to change & cleanse it.
Let fall this transforming rain.
This forest, your deepest inn
You are in the forest to implore
Caring more is your greatest virtue
The more this inn that you explore
And so take to the forest
When feeling deeply this worlds pain
Offer everything to your campfire
Let enter this transforming reign.
Swan MIchelle
What Seemed So Unbearable
When the wind brushes up against these infinite branches
When your waves crush & devour the harsh and ageless cliffs
When nothing is witnessed in the forest but the elements in symbiosis
When the sun turns the ocean gold at sunset & a white seal appears
When what seemed so unbearable was actually nothing at all but a footprint in time & a shift in perception
It means you have finally captivated me. You now, are indeed my captor. It is so exhilarating.
Swan Michelle
I Ride These Waves
My power came back
After I rode these waves
I fell, yet graced to rise again.
These waves smashed me, took me, embraced me, loved me
And let me stand on her boldly, regally, powerfully.
Reflecting back to her after all that she has given me
The drop of this potent ocean that I too am
Swan Michelle
Feeding The Hungry Wolf No More
Feel the doors sealed shut. It all has come to a close
There is victory! You did not feed those hungry wolves
Upgraded doors burst open each moment that you rose
Step forward. You, stable. This immense readiness shows.
You did not feed those hungry ghosts.
New footprints. New boundaries. Fresh, bold freedoms await.
Our lives. This path ours. Yet, it must deeply resonate.
Tell the truth to ourselves we find we are more than worthy
Then new creations & explorations will be inspiring & steady
When there is no denial, there is wisdom and resolve.
Stay wild, stay clear. It is in integrity that suffering is solved.
Look forward. Why stay back? Stand in presence on your own track.
Any sadness or separation… bold love will integrate you back
To you my dear
Look within to align with the Truth this time
Take life force from others no more. Go in as to explore.
Jump your own train, from fabrications refrain.
Question yourself less. There is no one to impress
Your own power won’t ignite when deceptions trespass.
Listen. No longer restless. Be with yourself in this darkness.
When you make it a show the shadow will grow.
Your actions, more than words, reveal all that you know
Concern yourself less with others or what you can get
Pay gratitude for all that has been given to you
Each relationship in the here and now is the exact one meant for you
This is your gift, your gate,… heaven or hell, in you
And so….. Step finally into your own light
Feel the doors sealed shut. It all has come to a close
There is victory! We need not feed those hungry wolves between us anymore
Newly aligned doors can burst open more freely as we chose to
Step forward with clarity and certainty. And this manifestation will show.
And so….we step forward into the light. No hand outs. No spite.
We’ve learned more from this than we might know.
I feed the hungry wolf no more.
Swan Michelle
Your Love Is Like A Hurricane
Your Love is like a hurricane. I received a hurricane indeed. It poured and flooded me with the purest essence of what love really is and exactly what I need.
Your love is like a hurricane. You are a mystery. Instead of getting what I thought I would want I got exactly what The Divine knows I need
Your love is like a hurricane. You are a mystery. You nourish, you clean, your roar, I swim. Yet, please take from me all that is not free.
Material things rotten and tossed. They drowned and left in your Grace
Yet, it was a hurricane of love that I received, not a devastation to face.
It cracked my heart open even more. I was flooded with life force
In the form of loving hands by an ocean that showed no remorse.
When I sleep, I feel the confluent care of community just like an ocean of devotion.
Loving hands having rebuilt a fresh new temple along the blue water, with concerted emotion.
It was a true testament to what communities can do. Not one. Not two. But far more.
Well intended people, with work ethic and compassion, Numerous surprise holy beings at my door.
Thank you for being my teachers. For showing me what pure giving is without any notoriety.
That loss is not personal. It is a part of nature and of cycles. Loss is important and necessary.
It was a Florida like Varanasi for a time.
Yet blocks away, pure and crystalline.
Underbelly, the underworld, loss, decay and rot amidst such sacred beauty.
My cup is still so full from it,ever drunk from your ability to love purely.
It was messy, laborious, exhausting and our determination relentless.
Transformation, even in rebuilding any sacred home or temple, can be a quite a mess.
Your Love is like a hurricane. I received a hurricane indeed. It poured and flooded me with the purest essence of what love really is and exactly what I need.
Your love is like a hurricane. You are a mystery. Instead of keeping what I want I have exactly what I need.
Your love is like a hurricane. You are a mystery. You nourish, you clean, your roar, I swim. You took from me all that was not free.
Your Love is like a hurricane. I received a hurricane indeed. It poured and flooded me with the purest essence of what love really is and exactly what I need.
Swan Michelle
Empath In The Forest
This is what meditation is to me…
Entering into the forest is not for those in denial. Oh no.
It is for those that feel so deeply the worlds sorrow, down to their bones marrow
They must retreat from the pain of overwhelm
As to come back to themselves
And artfully admire the insane
Meditate on the messages
And transform their Being for us all
Swan Michelle
What Are Your Investments
It’s been holding onto delusion
Thats kept up all the confusion
When the mind becomes thwarted
There is no room for the open hearted
To invest into the news of illusion
Is to invest into more confusion
To Invest in the wisdom heart
Is to uncover where to start
So start here….
Serving, give generously
Sing, do yoga, face change openly
2020, a year to listen & live courageously
Skim down our focus, live quietly, non-violently
Devoted to ever grow, live freely & mindfully
What are your investments?
Swan Michelle
The Bridge of The Gods
Oregon.
The natives of this land
Were driven from their home
Yet I see them at the Bridge of the Gods
To worship the innate salmon cross
From ocean to river, to hardship, to duty
Drawn to spawn in their nobility
After struggling and living fully
Yearning to then return back home
Their innate roots never erased
As badly as we allowed for waste
Their dignity in their bones
We have so much to learn about what we call home.
These Douglas firs and rivers in our bones.
Swan Michelle
