You may be shocked to hear this

but I am not ashamed

My mother is my therapist

and Nature is her name

Silently assessing something’s amiss

always showing me why I came

Choosing to illuminate bliss

rather than on focusing blame

She allows me to ask the questions

helping guide me to the answers

I don’t yet know I seek and need

Aiding my breathing and digestion

while my heart is training to be a dancer

and my soul is somehow freed

Arriving armed with excuses I begin to wander

my therapist always intent on disarming me

My selfish shadow’s desire to conquer

far outweighed by spirit’s desire for harmony

She lassos, levitates and leads my dreams

my stampeding herd of thoughts she culls

She whispers and at times she screams

evoking and provoking as she pushes and pulls

My illusion of control keeps me from being free

letting go is the best way to advance

As I move with her she moves in me

teaching my tender heart how to dance

She is always available whenever I need her

I can call on her fixes day or night

As my vision’s a blur she gives spirited stir

and mixes me well with the light

♾️

Written for:

SAGEBRUSH TO SANDSTONE:

POETRY IN THE PARK

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 10th, 2024

4–6pm at Crissie Caughlin Park