I tend to be an observer of many varying perspectives and the resulting actions. Observing people who tend to follow a recipe to success and others who follow a recipe to less, each group does produce a particular end whether positive or negative. What is peculiar to me is the root of motivation to either end. 

  Many seeds can stand to be yet many seeds do not bloom. Though the seed was cast, it never seemed to take root. Our seeds are dependent upon interaction with other elements such as we truly realize through interaction with other people. There is a formula and the seed is central to the outcome yet not the only essential for the outcome.

  The benefit of being is the opportunity to start again, to refresh perspective, and regain momentum. Even though a flower withers, the next spring it can start again. I have purple grass and when speaking to the horticulturist, I asked how to maintain it during the winter. He instructed me to cut it down and it’ll survive the winter, beginning to grow again in the spring. Where the seed has to burst open in the ground and then grow encouraged by the dirt through the power and determination of the push, once sprouted it is inherent in its process to accept its journey has not come to an end. It has entered a new cycle of flourishing in which it must enjoy and endure more becoming and more blooming.

  The difference between most people is the understanding of this cycle; not cooperating with it increases the difficulty in being and becoming. Each step encourages the next step. You may not know the next step to take but that is why growth does not happen alone. Even in the ground, the seed has dirt, water, nutrients, and insects around.

You do not need to do it alone. 

  Consider this, learning is a life-long process. What you know today, you did not know yesterday. What you know today, you will build on tomorrow. Don’t hold your head down or tuck yourself away for what you didn’t know. 

Decide to know more! Decide to do more! 

  Gain knowledge and wisdom to realize the power and potential of your seed! It was given to you to steward, waste no more time to harvest your plenty. You’re not alone in this journey. I am with you and a host of others who want to live out the best of what is inside of them.

Join us bloomers and let us know how you are doing and how we can help!

If my mind could forge a thought to be thunk

My mouth would have trouble releasing such dribble

Life is not linear yet winding in most ways

Flipping my insides until they’re strewn outside

My mouth would have trouble releasing such dribble

For my heart endures parity wrecked bass and treble

Flipping my insides until they’re strewn outside

Refusing the malady and melancholy of others I contrive to unwind

For my heart endures parity wrecked bass and treble

Bending my ear to my lowest space listening for melody’s pace

Refusing the malady and melancholy of others I contrive to unwind

For at my center is my soul made whole

Bending my ear to my lowest space listening for melody’s pace

Life is not linear yet unwinding in most ways

For at my center is my soul made whole

If my mind could forge a thought to be thunk

(C) CM 2019

Who could explain 

The tears in one’s eyes

No brain could conceive

The terror that racks the soul

Striking at the core of the stories untold

Repudiating emotional weakness’ lies

Fortify that passion aroused on the inside

Air it in the gait of your stroll

Who could explain

Looking for the prize of the highs

There’s no denying historic rise

Hearkening ears unable to discern sounds

Refusing to shuffle or labor bemoaned

Emerging against the cynicism around

Who could explain

 

© Cecilia Myles 2019

Arising from the clay

I’m here to have a say

What will I relay

I’m going to pray

 

For the sound was sent

As my image was cast

Like a water fount

I will shoot up

 

Doing what I’ve never done

Or only done obscure

Unaccompanied ee

Knowing that I’ve shone

 

For the clay

Was my mainstay

Before His hands

Shaped me

 

I can never go back

To who I was before He

Wanting to see the sky

Above it, I’ll elevate

 

The sky releases the sound

 

Rise

Unafraid

Rise

Speaking Aloud

Rise

 

From within

The power of the word

Causes this clay to rattle

As my feet begin to scramble

The ground beneath me

Seems to push against me

 

Arise Girl

Heaven’s waiting

Arise Lady

Your time is swaying

Arise Woman

You’re oblation

Arise Daughter

You’re My Vision

Arise…

© Cecilia Myles 2019

I’m dead to living a lie

Being on standby

Watching my dreams drive by

So you can fly

 

I’m dead to being less of me

Giving my best to thee

Because I chose not to be

What I know to be

 

I’m dead to skirting my words

Easing your burden

Forgetting I’m flirtin’

With Kamikaze’s sword

 

Your words won’t frame

For they don’t contain

My real me

Seeping out from my enemy

 

I refuse that part

Of this destructive story

That seeks to make me a victim

And a martyr

 

Dead is lifeless

Dead is hopeless

No use in speaking with a dummy

I just don’t have the tummy

 

No light in sight

No song to be sung

Here we end

At the Reaper’s bend

 

I’m looking at you

You’re looking at me

Without words spoken

With nothing exchanged

 

Adieu

Without anything due

The only echo heard is the scripture read

‘Let the dead bury the dead’

© Cecilia Myles 2019

Removed

Discouraged

Your eyes tell me more than your words can say

 

Downcast

Withdrawn

My heart feels the pain of yours

Swollen

Darting

My eyes are awakening in the dark

 

Fierce

Resolved

My mind shifts to where you are

 

Looking into your eyes

I saw the pain

Seeing the depth of the well

I knew far too well

 

Setting my will to think

You will not sink

For you I will not lose

You are not alone

 

I have looked

Into your eyes

And saw your truth

(c) Cecilia Myles