Here are some of my favourite poems by Gerry Hillier which I collected over the past 5 years after attending the annual yoga retreat in Australia. Enjoy. Gerry will be visiting Singapore in mid May, if you are keen to attend her workshops, check out www.theowlcompany.com.  

“I AM AND THEN I AM SOME MORE”

I am

said the leaf

in stillness and then

I am some more, it cried

as the wind gathered it to play

I am

said the bird

perching on a branch and then

I am some more, it sang

As it took to flight across an ageless sky

I am

said the stream

as it rippled over stone and sand and then

I am some more, it laughed

As it spread into the swiftness of the river

I am

I whispered

From the stirrings of my soul and then

I am some more, sang my soul

as it felt the rising of God’s breath.

“THE SOUL’S LAMENT” 

I have known the pain of silent torment

There have been times when I have been on my knees

pleading;

sometimes I long for a hand to hold my own;

to be raised up from my fear;

to become open to life’s rushing current.

Tell me I am known

Tell me I am understood

Tell me I am worthy

In conflict there is no resolution

I am torn – part of me bleed;

My joy becomes stagnant

– no longer breathing;

consumed by fear and ignorance

I am not meant to stand separated –

by denial and suspicion – by doubt;

until my innocent trust becomes the quiet weeping of isolation

I, like every child of life,

am meant to be held;

not by one –

not by some

but by all.

I am meant to be accepted –

Not by deeds or possessions –

Not by who or what I have become;

I am meant to be accepted

because I already belong –

to this earth –

to you –

to creation.

I am eternal light;

an echo of the great Spirit

and I am moving

on the breath of life

“IN MY HANDS” 

In my hands

I hold the heart of the world;

its flesh;

the joy and sorrow of its turning

In my hands

I hold the mountains

the forests, the oceans;

the seething life that,

like my own,

asks to be held

In my hands

I hold the people, the nations;

I feel their breath

I know their aching

their laughter;

I know their longing

to be held

My hands around the earth;

it is time to heal –

myself, each other, the world

My hands around the earth;

it is time to heal the restless fear to stillness;

endless neglect to timeless love;

separation to unity

My hands around the earth

gently holding

 
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