Let Them Flow

I had no idea.

I had no idea that this would be;

And in this very moment

Of first recognition.

I am surprised with myself

more than I ever have been;

And at the same time bewilderingly, madly excited

for the Heart that’s caged by these ribs of my corporeal Self.

I finally chose to open a crack,

And I thought a little light may shine in.

Instead my Heart gasms at 

The tidal wave of words and poise

That are tsunamiing my lips and fingertips.

My awe is written in gratitude,

for how little we know,

And the love of alignment

And the flow. 

How many or how few words

Must I string in a vulnerably courageous fashion

To have permission to name them

Poetry? Or is it poems? 

Is there a hierarchy?

My joy is wondering why there is

Inner dialogue creating a label and inviting polarization.

Be here, now, Woman,

And remember that everything you are is in this moment.

Do not worry what to call these words.

Your job is to decipher and record;

Filtered through your love.

Remember your grace.

And stillness.

Remember these words are not yours.

They are Hers.

For Hers.

Let them flow.

Aho.

And so it is.

Ivy
JULY 5 2018