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Satsatnam Khalsa Poem
When a younger woman I
yearned for someone wise,
My egocentric brain a-fluster,
Show me wise, show me luster.
Found the one that bore your name, Sir,
though Ma’am I would’ve preferred.
Placed so high giraffes can’t reach.
Prior life, Bam! in its tracks with a screech.
Changed my name and made it truth.
Gave my boys their names as youths.
Your lessons hard as black and blue
the Saturn teacher for me was you.
Eventually though I came to view
no news as good news that came from you..
Difficult path, this Dharmic way
took your say more than my own way to play.
Abandoned myself yet again at your feet
but the best thing you gave to me,
gave back in silence that innocence key
that trauma had slapped back through history.
Not ok to be weak, nor ok to be meek
Know-it-all ego shouts more than it speaks
The key, in silent looks askance
Beginner’s Mind, half-dead, we dance.
Copyright © Satsatnam Khalsa | Year Posted 2018
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Satsatnam Khalsa Poem
Steer here to peer at these compounded years
fierce uncried fears strangled my tears
So strong, so stoic, brave in my silence, too
no one to empower or donate my views to
Learned that I’m supposed, to trust no one, tell no one
better hold fast lest secrets will come undone
Electric our address, electric our bodies
lack of awareness, feel more like zombies
Dead to my joy, insecure with disease
fight, flight or freeze, trauma decrees
Just been discovered! Solution’s found!
I walk in it all around on the ground
Key’s found in this doomed body’s feelings
Hear this, she sends me her grandly warm greetings
Addiction hides, compulsion derides
accumulates massive quantity besides
of foul smelly goo that it slowly oozes
All this goo morphs, brims over, then it fuses
with lies that they told me and I told myself
It cools and it hardens to a huge gnarly shelf
of trauma’s junk rooted in every cell through
cram up my throat-dam until I go blue
How can I feel it; huge loada crap’s in the way
Love pulses through sorrow, betrayal, and plain ol’ dismay
Rather than think hard, analyze, theorize
feel it beat, healing seat, never terrorize
Mind speculates, worries, and ruminates
unending intrigue, more dead ends to designate
Breathe consciously to observe energy’s flow
gone the throat-dam, light’s clarity I now know
Never a victim, a master in training
heart chakra focal point mindfulness reigning
Copyright © Satsatnam Khalsa | Year Posted 2018
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