She rests in the sky
veiled in darkness.
We are blinded by
the sun and so She
is hidden from us.
But each night
the veil is lifted
to reveal more.
The first sliver
an eye opening.
We too are awakened
in the dark to what
is possible. As the
energy rises, we
unwind our intentions
from the spool of longing,
gather ourselves
into words,
unleash our potential
as Her light grows.
©2020 Joanne Young Elliott
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She stands proud, reaching to sky,
into the heavens as she remains
grounded in Earth.
She is the buck whose antlers
touch the sky as it rises
up on the outcropping of rock.
She is the raven who caws
from the treetop waving in wind,
firmly rooted to the forest ground.
She is snow falling from sky,
drifting to frozen soil
to sink deep in spring.
She is the flowering
the ripening, the falling
the dying.
She is the Ground of Being
rising, ever rising into form,
ever sinking into the unknown to be born.
She is…
©2020 Joanne Young Elliott
All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
Poetry courses through my veins,
dances in my heart and pours
onto the page before me.
Always, it surprises me,
the way what is lived is translated
inside my body, almost page perfect
sometimes. If not for my minds
ability to receive this poetry,
it would pool, become stagnant
unless I moved it, moved my
body, mimed the dance
beating in my heart.
©2020
Joanne Young Elliott
