There have been many occurrences in life where poetry has come to me easily. Mostly these are times of hardship or spiritual searching & learning. It seems that poetry has been a part of my life forever and it resonates deep within my soul, reminding me that I’ve been here before. I hope that you enjoy the following five poems. They are part of me & my life’s journey.
I am forever creatrix. I honour the muse who inspires me greatly in times of change, hardship & soulwork. I feel an undeniable sense of past life self reaching toward the present me. We share so much in terms of how we fight for this land on a spiritual level & so much in terms of life pathway. The only thing separating us is the journey of time....And so it begins
Out of the Darkness, into the Blue (part 1)
Music to my ears.
I hear thunder,
It beckons me to my space,
Thunderous rolling
“Come take your place”
My heart begins unfolding,
My mind at last can see,
The veil has been lifted
And my armour is ready
Amidst the darkened grey cloud
I hear the footsteps of the Gods
Slowly yet thunderously strolling
Toward me in the fold
I take shelter beneath the golden beam
And step out with care
For the rain comes to cleanse me
And release my soul from its snare
Lightening flashes surround me
Sparks desire and at once
I am whole again
And stand in battle stance
For the Goddess has given me a lightening torch to behold
To stand next to warriors
And tell my dreams of the bold
Fight until the battle’s won
And nowt but grey is left
The rolling of the thunder tells of my vision quest.
(©Sheela Adhar. 2016)
Out of the Darkness, into the Blue (Part 2)
Ringing in the changes…..The battle of wills
Amidst the armoured knights I stand
A battle worn sword in my hand
Ready to charge and fight
For this land, be still my flight.
Slow my thundering heart to hear
Whatever is sent for us to fear
And in my space a call to grace
Beseeching face to shed no tear
Slowly, forward moving tread
Into the fold and into dread
I hold my shield and sword to heart
In unison of taking part, we stare into death
In strike and dodge and slash and batter
The light of shield and sword and matter
A Breath of life and death together
Behold the shining of our truth
To set us free from heel and hoof
Souls soar, voices raised
A battle is won and fear erased
I hear the cries echo mine
‘I am this land and this land is mine!’
And where we fought now stands the mother
Baring breast and floral armour….And so it is
And so it shall be
Once again we stand in battle stance
Quaking in the moment and taking that chance
(© Sheela Adhar. August 2017)
Powers that Be
Twas courage that stepped forth to honour this land
To intercede betwixt the powers that be
Twas faith that stepped forth to honour the self of all who stood armed and ready.
Twas strength that stepped forth to lend arms to courage, if need be in times of disparage.
Twas love who lent her bridle amidst the hoard
But only hope could bring about peace whose birthing was deafening , bloody & painful to all
(© Sheela Adhar 2018)
The Changing of Women
She stripped off her armour and she was free,
Walking barefoot next to the sea
Her defences weren’t down
Just differently placed
As she took a step into her new space
Although there were those who could not help but frown
As she stepped from the warrior into the crone
No longer the care of what others may think
She drives her will on a dais
Her stare has gone from wild embrace
To something as simple as a knowing smile on her face
Her tread has changed from charges to meander
Leaving all past cares asunder
She bares her breast but not with metal
Dressed in sea life & flower petals
Her hair no longer tied with mace
She lets her curls drop down her face
She’s older now not the maiden she was
Motherhood is passing but not truly at loss
The days of warriorship will never pass
But for now & for all she raises her glass
(© Sheela Adhar 2018)
The Passing of the Warrior
Remembering The Call
“Rise, Stand! Be counted as one for this land,
No Fear shall enter here
No weed of shame or guilt
Nothing fashioned of man
Shall pass. This is a sacred path”
Remembering The Teachings
Know that you are strong,
Know you are protected,
Know your soul to be unconquerable,
Know you are interconnected,
Know that your strength arises from,
The tendrils you have grown,
Toward the core of this land
Defending seeds once sown.
Remembering The Prayers
Blessed are we who have welcomed the spirit of the land into our lives,
Blessed are we who fight for that which is right,
Blessed are we who stand in defiance of greed & injustice
For we stand in the blessed rain & they cannot hear our approach
For they are born senseless.
Remembering The Battle
Battle cries, howls & shrieks
Clash of metal on bone
The smell of death lingers and wreaks
I am here, I stand not alone
Blood soaked & stained, I stumble
In & around bodies, I fumble
Face of death, my entrails lay fettered
My soul cries & from my mouth words are indebted
The Ending
Soft hands take me & in their arms
Raise me
Above & I am carried to calm waters.
“Be still, be blessed my battle torn friend.
This battle for you has come to an end”
And slowly now, drifting away to the sea
Broken limbs,Victorious soul, My battle story….
(© Sheela Adhar 2020)