Ra's Spiral Path

Category: poetry

  • Thank You, Breath

    Thank You, Breath

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    Sarah
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    Self love is whatCame up for meThis sessionTrust myself.Don’t listen to the naysayers.Listen to my heart.I can heal meI am worthy Of my own loveThe systems designedBy modern humansHave done me A world of harm.I can undo itAnd heal myself.I can shine brightlyFrom withinLoveAnd trustMyself.

  • Moving On

    Moving On

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    Sarah
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    Oh, you.When the going gets tough,You get going.Your son had a dream recentlyThat you deserted himWhen Darth Vader showed up.You project your worst fears onto others Like only a colonizer can.I see youIn a way that youDon’t seeYourselfI know that I can’t count on you.You have made that abundantly clear.So stay away, if you can’t…

  • In the middle of the night

    In the middle of the night

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    Sarah
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    I woke to the sounds of laughter and screaming.A group of raucous teenagers walking down the road?NoA pack of coyotes was singing in front of the house.I popped out of bedWith a joyous heartHoping to catch a glimpse of themFrom the window.My nervous dog followedAnd I didn’t want her barking.Cautiously, I peered out the windowBut…

  • Long Distance Running

    Long Distance Running

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    Sarah
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    My son is sick todayPhysically sick – with a cold. He’s eightAnd he willingly did a Covid test last nightA table is turnedAnd slow progress is made.(In the pastCovid tests were dreaded,Whined about, andNever done willingly.)After swabbing his noseHe needed a tissueTo wipe his tearsHe explained thatIt didn’t hurtBut ratherFelt weirdAnd made his eyes waterThe…

  • Reframing Mondays: It’s the Economy, Stupid

    Reframing Mondays: It’s the Economy, Stupid

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    Sarah
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    Monday morning againAnd I’m wonderingWhat if all the working womenWe’re honest with their familiesAnd stopped trying to do it allOr even half of itMaybe it’s just me…But I doubt itMy son tells me repeatedly How muchHe doesn’t want to go to schoolHe doesn’t want to listen To reason or think aboutAnyone else’s perspective.And after a…

  • Big Journey

    Big Journey

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    Sarah
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    While chatting on the phoneWith an old friendThis past weekendShe told me that myJourney was BigRight nowRevelations:ADHD and Ancestry.Relatives found on both sides.Sleuthing skills activated.Connections made.Back doors found.People I want to meetPeople I am unsure ofDo I want this?Is it too late to back out?Why would I want to?I have always strived to be brave.And…

  • Life Story: Lies and Truths in America

    Life Story: Lies and Truths in America

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    Sarah
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    I’ve been asked if I am Italian.I’ve been asked if I am Mexican.I’ve been asked if I am Spanish,Native American, Greek.I have never been asked if I am AfricanOr part African.And why would I?I don’t look at all African(with the possible exception of Egyptian.And I do have 1% DNA from Mali)And yet this is the…

  • Snooze button

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    Sarah
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    The earth is giving us a wake up callAnd we keep hitting the snooze buttonThe earth is giving us a wake up callAnd we keep hitting the snooze buttonThe earth is giving us a wake up callAnd we keep hitting the snooze buttonAnd what happens next?You snooze, you loseAnd the earth will remain

  • Full moon morning

    Full moon morning

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    Sarah
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    Maka’s inside watching tvAnd I made a fire outsideSipping my coffeeWith warm knees and cheeksAnd I can finally seePart of the moon -Her light -From behind clouds and treeA long time agoI did this more oftenThis honoring of you – moonAnd me, and womenAnd lifeI want to do it moreAgain

  • A Shared Moment of Deep Connection

    A Shared Moment of Deep Connection

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    Sarah
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    So there’s this moment of time At the end of the night Where the cat sits on my chest And purrs Her deep, rumbly purrs And flicks her sleek, smooth tail Against my arm. My eyes close And I feel so calm And so at peace. That’s what I’m missing from my day. That peace.…