My Artsy Life

Monday, September 12, 2011

Happy Monday!!! Two poems I absolutely Love!

Brave Girl


Our Deepest Fear


By Marianne Williamson

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. 
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. 
It is our light, not our darkness
That most frightens us.

We ask ourselves
Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be? 
You are a child of God.

Your playing small 
Does not serve the world. 
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking 
So that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine, 
As children do. 
We were born to make manifest 
The glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; 
It's in everyone.

And as we let our own light shine, 
We unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. 
As we're liberated from our own fear, 
Our presence automatically liberates others.



A mothers prayer



The Invitation


By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting 
Your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dream, 
For the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life's betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, 
Mine or your own,
Without moving 
To hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, 
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes 
Without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. 
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty 
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your own life 
From its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, 
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 
"Yes!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone, 
And do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand 
In the center of the fire with me 
And not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you 
From the inside 
When all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone 
With yourself,
And if you truly like the company you keep 
In the empty moments.



Are this not the lovelies thoughts !?  So lovely to share them with all of you! Mostly makes me want to be a poet!!!

Brenda
Life is a Flower
Art Hugs!!! 

5 comments:

Sofia Dabalsa said...

I long so deeply to brave like these words. I hope to be honest and meet the daily challenges of life using these words as a guide. wow! this is powerful.

Brenda Figueroa said...

Sofi...u are so much braver than you think!!! I know!

maya:) said...

adorable!!!!

duermodespierto said...

Hi, Brenda. I like this!!!

Katherine said...

Hi Brenda, (I'm a fellow flyer). I have The Invitation saved on my laptop and just saved the other poem too. I actually have very specific memories as a primary schooler learning to act small. I suspect this a gendered social norm -- I don't think we teach boys to do this. It's interesting to think about -- thanks for the prompt. x