Trust of Self

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The things
You fear to lose
Are dross
Just those
You need
No longer ‘cos
It’s love that’s strong
You make forever
Stays with you
This give and take
Of trust you choose
To build can
Never take a fall
You will withstand
More than you think
To feel your way ahead
You go into the
Never knowing
Peer into the
Not quite seeing
Visions safe within
The yet to be
You find the truth
Which sets you free
When instantly your being
You and me
I’m being me…

©K barr

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Springtime of Your Soul

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The need

For your true

Only stow

Of secret Seeds

Your store

 To sow

Let grow now throw

Away restrictions husk

Let burst the casting coat

You wore

Go thrust through form

That held you well

All winter warm

And safe enough

To swell desires

Core for more

Of richly ripe

So ready raw

The rude extrusions

Of your soul

That have to give

And give to live

So live it well

Your welling will

Yes, fill up deep

From wishes draw

Sweet dreams and spin

Your spells expel

Seep into ground

Around you stand

See understand

What you become

When letting go

Your one and only

True to seed

You’re more

Not less

In giving feed

Your spirit

Lead your heart

Fulfil your longing

Spring your start.

 

©K Barr

The Call of the Wild

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Wild wayward child
Walk glad
The path that’s
Always never tamed,
Untrod un-parted
Started where?
Such brambles run to trip
Ensnare of thorn
That just may pierce
To make you bleed
You need your light
Your only light
Your guide will
Dwindle and dissolve
Into such pools of
Shadows locked in flocks
Of spectres haunting cries
For there
With reverential care
In every step uneven
Never knowing where it leads
Or lead
You even
Lose your wits
You yet
Had longed to shed
That self
Like worn out clothes
You may just drop
To let your naked skin
Begin to breathe
Expose like birth
Alone you never needed
false apparels
Never suited ways
That others trod the same
Your name was never
Thing unchanging
Always re-arranging
You are not the same
You are a traveller
Your heart
On grounds no one
Has walked before
Or will again
For it is told
That those who walk the path
That others fear to tread
Reap riches for all souls to wed
And more can feast of food
That ever satiates
The hungry heart
Become the Gods that shape
The destinies your fate
And not Forsake for long
The paths that you
And only you
With wild wilfulness
In truth can walk afar
Can make your own
You own and find
Alone your way
Where darkness lies
Are answers
Answer call
For after all
You are a willing
Wild child
Not destined for
What has been
But primed for finding
All that may become
Along your solitary
Wandering come
Intransigence eternal transit
Freedoms to be found
Within the wildness
All around
Walk free!

© K Barr

Ageing

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Shrunken woman
Crooked with age
Wise sage
Who walks the ways
Within I fear to tread
You read the stars
Set in my head
My eyes you open
See through dark
My living losses
Linger stark you know
The parting
Of my thighs
My kernelled heart
You open wide
Hear pitch of sorrows
Note in sighs
Of things I never
Got to do
Before you beckoned
You who drew
To places that I quake
To go
You know and yet
You show
That I must walk
As you and only
You be true
To me
My destiny
To be is this
A crone
An ultimate and lone
Old woman
I come home

©K Barr