Taught by a Mother

Mardi transmitted softness
through her hands
last Summer
when I thought it was all over
crumbling out of my control~

And there
was a soft, gentle Presence
in her hands
that said,
"Just Love, Just Love, Be Love..."

I went home that night and
put my hands to his face

again

Soft and Gentle, this time

Taught by a Mother, a woman
without words
How to Love
this man, myself

And He melted

His doubt and confusion
momentarily increased

Who is This Woman?
What is This Touch?

And then, He settled in
allowing me to gently caress His body

Old Grooves
have me choose
Violence, Harshness, Hardness
and I'm in a Stew of Regret and
Lonlier Still...
Egomaniacal Low Self Worth
on a Broken Record

But...
A Ray of Light Shines Forth
When I choose a New Groove

The record scratches for a moment, shifting
And the Grace Unfolds
A New Symphony is Available

the space between stimulus and response
hold Infinite Doorways and Choices...

There is Hope in the Breath,
The Pause...

The Alligator-Wrangling of my mouth, my hands, my legs...

Allowing Our Hearts to Heal.
~Jaime Powell

Broken Agreements

Broken Agreement litter the floor
And I am here, wishing for more

More money, more time
an unconscious whirl
I think it's time to grow up the girl

And step fully in to the life that I've caused
It's a bit messy for now, but there's hope if I pause

To take in the magnitude of what Life can be
When I regather my power and focus on me

In one week I can tear down what took years to create
So what can I create when doubt and fear immancipate

And I am Bold and Free
Taking actions that Liberate
Create A burst of Energy
by Moving My
body

And Wake Up my Power to GENERATE!!!
~Jaime Powell