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KIM GELINAS


Innocence

In my soul, a child aches

In my heart she cries

The pain of the child echoes

Resonates through the tissue

Body memories surface

Pain, long buried, arises

Seeking solace and release

My arms cradle the child

Giving comfort and reassurance

I reparent my innocence

Making it all better



REBORN

I am new, reborn

This time without parents

None other than my Creator

The Creator of all

She brings me forth in

pains of growth

Out of the darkness

Out of ignorance

My new eyes are delighted

Awed by the beauty that is

My soul absorbs it all

Gulping and guzzling it in

My heart swells with love

My soul with enlightenment

I am the being I am to be

Reborn as me...


Pixie Dust

A fairy perches

on a flowering branch

The dew twinkles

in the morning sun

Her wings flutter

awaiting flight

Pixie dust at the ready

Ready with the magic

A new day has begun

pregnant with possibilities

She dives into sun-kissed air

Into a future not yet known

Excited, scared, joyous



Shadow

Who am I in your shadow

Cloaked in your accomplishments

Dwarfing my own

As a caterpillar struggles

To break free from its cocoon

I wiggle and squirm

Inching forward, slowly, deliberately

A toe at a time

With fingers to follow

Like a snake leaving behind its skin

I am birthed into the light

I look back wondering

Whose shadow and why

What appears amazes me

My ego stands sheepishly before me

No longer running the show


Welcoming Sun

The sun, strong and brilliant
Promising warmth and light
Illuminating the world
Nurturing all living creatures
Coaxing the flowers to bloom
and the trees to reach heavenward
Giving life to everything
I bask in its love


How do I stay me

How do I stay me?
The me that is a
Purple stone
In a sea of pink rocks

The me that is a
Triangle
In a sea of circles

The me that is a
Light
In a sea of darkness

How do I stay me?



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I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
- Anais Nin

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware.
- Martin Buber

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.
- Friedrich Nietzsche

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