Infinite Silence, Sweet Divine Guidance

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I had this experience I’m afraid to share

For fear that you’ll think me quite unaware.

There was a man, at a time in my life

Who fooled me with presents of ego and strife.

He most unfortunately kicked my ass

I lay in a puddle of criticism and crass.

Eventually I arose when I found him to be

Not at all the problem, the problem was me.

We drove ‘cross the country, spoke barely a word

But that silence served me with all that I heard.

I’m finding “the nothing” can be so profound

While “the everything” can throw your heart to the ground.

I moved and I grew, but pretended not to know

Where I was headed, where I must go.

Truth is, I’ve always known that place

Not in destination, not in space.

But in feeling caresses from angels and guides

Momentary blessings of divine insight.

This is the move that is next on table.

Drink it, eat it, do all of which I’m capable.

This moment we share is the land that we long for

Let’s wait no more and know what we’re strong for.

This is the minute that is mine to savor.

Each one that passes makes me that much later

To the dance & the magic of humanity’s charms

To the embrace of a spirit with open arms.

The stars are aligned for my gain and success

And for helping humanity out of this mess.

I can call it my destiny, or perhaps my fate

I can try not to name it, I just can’t delay.

“I call it the next step” this guide she did say

“Take it, be grateful, be kind, pave the way.

“Others will follow when they sense your bliss

Such an opportunity you won’t want to miss”.

So that man that I drove with in infinite silence,

Was merely a conduit for sweet divine guidance.

Tricia Schwaba 2020


Harmony in the Gap

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I balance on a narrow bridge
To the other side.
Any other side.
I secure the shaky planks.
On the lookout,
Always on the edge.
Always.
Of a generation.
Of my family.
Of my peers.
Ever choreographing
The exotic dance of progression.
Cusp. Edge. Threshold.
Brink. Verge.
I am there.
Stretching forward, reaching back.
Fortifying myself, someone else or some thing.
Hopeful that I can keep
Harmony in the gap. 

Contemplating My Worthiness

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I knock on the door of prosperity. She is there, a gracious divine being, opening the double doors wide, welcoming me to her beautiful home. I lean in and catch a glimpse. It is not large and ostentatious, but understated, warm and colorful. I am stiff with hesitation, pausing on the threshold, contemplating my worthiness. She silently validates and her easiness draws me in, as I attempt to shake off the last of my resistance. 

Tricia Schwaba 2020

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