Your Passionate Servant (poem)

I wish I could make you feel
the light that I see in you
The light that I feel flooding through
my body, through trees….and everything…
The energy that wants you to stop
That wants you to feel and not think
That wants you to experience- not force.
Faith is a burning deeply within me
Tears form in the knowing we are one
I can’t convince anyone, but I can know it
In my bones, in my whole body, in my hair
In every single cell in my body….
There is more.
There.
Is.
More.
I’ve seen it. I’ve felt it. I’ve embodied it.
That which cannot be spoken… in concentration.

But every now and then you get glimpses of IT
In everyday life-
In your deja vu, or when you fall in love-
In that first precious ignition
That…. That- there IT is….

Know this:-
I serve one thing- IT-  the light in you and me
In everyone. That truth, that power, that grace, that love….
That perfectly balanced energy beyond the individual
But within each of us…..
So, I will be here. Loving, passionately devoting myself
To that…. all of that…. Nothing less…
No matter if you see it or not.
I will still continue…
I will still continue…
I will still continue…
Your passionate servant

No more Resistance

I surrender, Oh I can no longer put up the walls before truth
Of love, of the ultimate connection
Of passionate embodiment, of laying alone,
Of being touched by that which cannot be explained
Of that which flows through my body,
Of that which I denied for lifetimes
Of that which no longer harbours denial.
No, take me beyond-
So far beyond that I am deeply, oh so deeply embedded within myself.
So that there is no separation
I gently,
quietly
humbly
surrender
Oh, use these hands to do your will,
Use my eyes to dwell upon what I must,
Use my heart as a doorway to you
Use my body for deep connection
Take me beyond the smallness
I may wish to keep or my own egotistical reasons
Take me beyond, far beyond.
Let my soul touch and be touched by you
Let me serve you within me and without me.
Let there be a sacred connection, a bond, a knowing
That can never be spoken, such is the truth.
Let me serve the unknown, rich and potent.
I am yours…..

Featured Art by Jeffrey Lohrius
Written by Elise Heyward

As Deep and as High as You Want to Go….

You present yourself with gorgeous, deep roots-
Plump, pulsing with life and maze-like
Still within the package, clear and holding
You sit contained- unaware, naive…
I am entrusted to cut the end-
Pull you through and into this world
It’s as if you take your first breath….
Your roots entwine upon themselves
I gently, so gently massage them,
Patiently and lovingly sing you a song….
Until that moment of release and surrender-
And you are freed from your bonds.
Placed into the fertile soil.
Alone but lovingly adored.
There to grow as you wish,
As deep and as high as you want to go…

A Poem: From Here Let Me Live

I am awakened once more from my slumber with the Gods
It’s not the desire of the fleshly meeting, no…
Nor is it attempting to satiate the insatiable-
Which lingers as long as I shall have breath in my body,
Song in my throat, a beating heart and spirit in my eyes…
I surrender…..
I surrender…..
I surrender…..
Clean all parts of me that thinks it knows,
Replace it with the innocent curiosity of a child….
I surrender to that part of me that cannot be satiated-
That part that yearns more than anything for the most sacred union
Taking me beyond yet being within my own body more than ever
Allowing connection so deeply: Merging, infusing, creating…
Strong and true in my own being, whole within myself-
My practice, my creativity, my holding, my truth, my embodiment
Yet knowing this to be also in other-
For we are all connected, all part of the All.
I open to all that will come my way, all in the sacred unfolding
And so I continue the practice of union within Self-
Merging two opposites, surrendering, allowing and being in presence.
A deepening of love, of faith, of connection to the ALL
From here let me live….

A Poem: She Walks Into The Storm

The wild woman beats within her bosom
The rain pelts down on her face
Her roles are forgotten now
In this moment of opposites.
The road is warm beneath her
The rain pelting down is cool-
She feels both simultaneously
on her body, and laughter arises…
Out of the bliss and ecstasy
Rising through the body, where energy abounds
Thrusting through the core of her being-
The storm in her personal life
Seems so small and inconsequential.
Grateful for being so unable to control
The weather that is wild
The storm causing blackouts
The lightning flashing around her
The thunder vibrating ground that holds her
Yes. No control…….
Just surrender to the difficulties-
No control, keep stepping into the eye of the storm.
No control, can’t see through to the peaceful weather
No control, finding peace in that, surrendering…
No control, a gentle reminder to live for now
To trust in the moment, to feel the sensations
And to learn, be humble, and have courage
Trusting in the process, no matter the storm

Elise

Featured image: Zlatko Music Art

I am Here, Trusting in Love Poem

How else can I send out this message any more

than to sit and feel my heart slowly and gently beat…

Tenderness flows through my veins, my voice rhythmic and tender

How else can I serve?-

But for the request of courage to keep my soft, sensitive heart

The way it is….

How else can I reflect to you?-

My utter devotion, my reverence and my embodied efforts

How else can I say to you?-

That I am yours to do with as you please?

How else can I confirm?-

My complete surrender to the grace?

When all I have are words that fall short

Time and again

And so here it is, with a gentle prayer in my human heart

With a hopeful thought in my mind

With my body devoted and open to union….

I am here, waiting, listening, devoting, honouring, loving….

I am here, ready, practicing and preparing…

I am here. I am here. I am here.

Always the lover, filled with faith.

Use me at your will.

Featured image by Viviane Fedieu Daniel

The Guiding Truth: How do you Face It?

“You cannot let life break you. Instead let it build you….” Caroline Myss

 

Truth is there. Unbridled and resting within our core.
Truth is there. For those with the courage to see it, to feel it, to embody it…
Truth is there. For everyone to listen to, to open to, to trust….
Truth is there. Though not usually jumped into….
Truth is there. Though fear aides the turning away from it
Truth is there. Though many suppress inner knowings and numb awareness
Truth is there. Though can’t be controlled as we enter the deep unknown
Truth is there. Though painful ends and shattered dreams may result
Truth is there. It lurks in the dark, knocks on our doors and sends us constant messages
Truth is there. Addictions, suppression and numbing reigns if unwilling to see it
Truth is here. Say yes and watch our soul journey take off.
Truth is here. Surrendering all that we thought was right before.
Truth is here. Energy is growing and new contracts are formed
Truth is here for those with the courage to face it
Truth is here for those who don’t have the courage to face it
Life serves us our individual lessons, forming who we are becoming along the way.
Truth is the guide through the unknown. Truth is always there for us to dive into…
Truth is the guide through our Hero’s or Heroine’s journey.
Truth shapes who we are, and it’s the way we face truth as we embark on our journey
That is most important now.

Written by Elise Heyward

Featured art by Chirila Corina

I am You and You are Me

Before when I got knocked down,

I would rise back up, swinging.

Again when I got knocked back down,

I would rise back up-With my fists up

In front of my face, scowling…

And now, I rise back up with a deep knowing

With the message deeply in my bones

Reverberating in every fibre of my being-

That this will pass just as the other moments do.

I rest in the awe of resilience in me-

That I will not stop rising back up to my feet

From being figuratively flat on my back-

I will not stop rising back up to my feet

Until I take my last breath

I will not stop feeling the hope run through me,

The grace waiting for an opening…

I am not alone, although there are no people around me

I am rising and falling, hitting the ground

Although it doesn’t have to be a battle…

It is simply life… and all that is left

Is to be the best I can be in that moment.

And do the best I can do in that moment.

The rest can get stuffed!

There is no perfection,

No constant level of consciousness to strive for,

No expectation to be more than what I am

In this I rest, In this may you also rest.

For I am you, and you are me…

 

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The Expansive Undercurrent to the Soul Path

It is a misconception that the spiritual path is only for those who are ‘gifted’, those who are crystal children. Those who want to be like monks and live in caves. Those who do yoga. Those who meditate. Those who practice Reiki. Those who travel in the ethers. Let’s be serious. The spiritual path firstly is subjective to the individual. However, with that in mind, I would love to give a shout out to those who are at home, doing the best they can to be a decent human being. There is a beautiful simplicity in this. There is a double edged sword when we head out as a spiritual aspirant. Often it can lead us down the path of identification to be this way or that. And this is so perfect to find your way. But something to feel into is the forever undercurrent that exists beneath every group identification, or activity, or practice. That is truth. Openness. Finding one’s own way back to our soul or essence.

The undercurrent has felt more like a comfort blanket for me of late. I have chopped and changed path so dramatically that it feels the complete opposite of what I have been studying for almost four years straight quite intensively. These modalities, if I may call them that are so completely opposite that the universal laws are bringing them together, making me the centre. I watched myself fight this new and perfect path for myself. I felt myself resist. I could see when my ego went into complete fear that all I had learnt previously was for nothing. But, now. Now, I can feel when I allow myself to be completely absorbed by the passion and intensity that is my soul path and my union with it, that I am allowing myself to be soothed by the fact that in everything I have ever studied the intention behind it has never strayed. The intention to know truth. To know more about myself. To enter self mastery which is a forever school I am absolutely devoted to on a daily basis. So, there is never a wrong modality. Or a wrong teacher. Or a bad decision. It is my responsibility and my intention to focus on learning, feeling, staying true to me and my soul path. Knowing this has alleviated some of the self made anxiety that I was creating for myself.

So, I have surrendered over my suffering, my attempt to separate this study into right and wrong. Good and bad. What works and doesn’t work. And entered into a new contract to walk into anything I study with the intention to learn. For the study of Self and soul is the study of the mysteries and they come through in whatever way suits me and in whatever way is needed for the soul path at exactly the right time. The study of self is the belief in something more than simply being born, working, and dying. There is an essence, a flavour, a powerful pull that leads the aspirant down a spiralling path of trusting in both Self to interpret and act when it aligns in life, and in the mysteries and their interaction with me equally.

May we relax and deepen into our soul path. May we trust and have a light filled hope that burns so bright within us that it cannot be extinguished. May we inhabit the place we stand and be a presence that burns brightly here on earth.

All my love and hope,

Elise

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Maturing and Tenderising on the Sacred Path

Maturing is a difficult thing to do on the spiritual path. It’s the meeting of the ‘real world’ relationships with your practices to connect with God/ universal energy…. It’s like sitting and marinating in your own juices. Man, is it easy to get out of that hot pot, or pressure cooker. We all have our ways to distract ourselves. But, to stay doesn’t just reveal willingness to be uncomfortable, to feel emotions, or to enter the unknown… no, maturity is the ability to feel all of those things mentioned, AND STAY for the truth underneath it all, not denying any of it. But, staying. Emotions will run, you will want to run… but staying is like remaining in the pressure cooker to become more tender than before. To become more open than before. To unravel the built up callous of the past and return to that soft, transparent, beautiful, radiant Self. The softer we are the more the light can enter us.

The softer we become in the pressure cooker, the more willingness we have to look at ourselves and the more wisdom we gain within. We know ourselves deeper. We have the courage to open, yet the wisdom to know where truth is and act upon it:- How truth feels, how truth looks, how truth becomes a knowing deeply within, how truth becomes wired deeply into your daily system. You know the ooozing energy of truth and the glimpses of it and oh, it’s the most beautifully ravishing thing witnessed in your life. AND you feel the feels of untruth, the stench of untruth, the taste of denial, the lies believed by an overactive mind… and the one that feels the worst is the heaviness and darkness of the lie you speak not just to yourself but outside of you. ouch. That one hits so hard, so hard. But, it’s human, and beautiful too. It can be transformed if you are willing to get into your own pressure cooker.

Practices with being gentle with yourself are vital with this. Being true to you first is so important. There is no forcing. When you are ready to see another layer of yourself the Universe will provide a beautiful scenario to play out. Lean into the process, surrender over the attempts to control it. A willingness to see thyself and any parts within that is needed for maturing. It’s a beautiful, humbling tenderising act, but very rewarding. In your own time. The maturing of each individual is very much left to divine timing. If we try to rush, what part of us is rushing?- ego. Trust in your divine path, know things are unravelling. You are doing fine. You are exactly where you need to be…

With so much love and reverence for your path,
Elise

Featured image by Ulysses Albert III