Holy Ground, Yoga Closing Reading 2/3/2020

It will gestate, the light within 
Evolve, expand, breathe out, breathe in
Eventually releasing the ties that bind
Revealing the jewel that that glows in kind
Shining bright through clouds and storms
The Earth embraces, the heavens it forms
The cool that transcends the heat the fuel
That keeps you going on into the blue.

See the beauty through the wrath
Feel the grace of the forgiving path
View the splendor as you walk
Each foot down no need to talk
Life the gift, is felt within
Your inner sanctum a way to begin
To witness blessings all around
A divine uncovering of holy ground

Tricaa Schwaba 2020

It Is

art source: Shiloh Sophia McCloud

art source: Shiloh Sophia McCloud

Tell me again what I mean to you
Tell me you love my smile.
Tell me again why you fought for me
When I resisted through so many trials. 
Tell me it will be okay and that 
Fear will stop crushing these days.
Tell me you’re here and all is well
That I can rest in the calm of your bay.
Tell me what you are doing right now
Are you watching from far up above? 
Tell me once and for all about life
Is it really all about love?

And she replies,
“It is.”

Tricia Schwaba 2020

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All I feel is angst
But I know I can release it
Cause she’s blood & bones
Deciding is tough
Ending with a screaming child
For I grew up and she did not
Go with angels above
Hold me close to your heart
I love you despite my rage
Just tell me where I am now
Know that we are so different
Lest we believe we are of the same cloth
My heart is cool to you
Now I would like that to change
Out go the doubt and fear though
Pleasing to the ego
Queer as that may sound
Real is my attempt to clear
So I tell you here I am free
This tie has loosened
Up to heavens I throw my resistance
Very much into the shifting winds
Whilst I float free in the breeze
X ray my soul, lose all judgement
Yes to all that is, staying
Zen as I can be.

Tricia Schwaba, 2019

Source: Anon

Source: Anon

The Wisdom She Holds

Oh my God, my thighs they touch!

How can a human handle this much? 

The norm beloved, is space in between

Your upper legs, you know what I mean.

On this fool’s quest, the path never ends

Art Source Tamara Adams

Art Source Tamara Adams

The one that’s laid out by so many men.

They make the rules, create the solutions.

The quick fix ones with no true resolution.

But we buy and believe, believe and buy

Realizing finally it’s all been a lie. 

That’s when seeds of freedom are planted

The moment in time release is granted

Free from the grip of society’s norm

We sit with truth in the eye of the storm

Experiencing peace so blessedly bestowed

On the evolving woman and the wisdom she holds. 

Tricia Schwaba, 2020

As I Age

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I am not impressed by the common celebrity. I am not interested in she whose predestined circumstances, granted by virtue of financial fortune, influence of the powerful or superficial attributes have carried her into the spotlight. It is not she, who has had privilege round every corner of her life whom I hold in high esteem, but she who has had nothing much at all, and still prevails. She who impresses me, is the person who despite the weight of her load moves forward with grace and kindness, exhibiting unimaginable stamina. She who has but just enough to live, sometimes less, yet goes on living with joy and appreciation. She has no time or tolerance for an unabashed ego, no need for a massive house to display things she doesn’t touch or rooms that go unused. She is the wise one, the teacher, It is she who understands the true burden of human-ness. It is she I want to talk to.  It is she that is the goddess. It is she that I wish we will all, one day, celebrate.

Tricia Schwaba, 2020