POETRY

The Wild River Is Crying My Eyes With Salty Tears. And You?

Nature is telling us to feel our emotions big time. Dare!

My friends here on Medium show me how intuition works. And how we are all connected. They comment when I tag them at the right time. Like my sister poet Gurpreet Dhariwal today. She apparently needed to read what I wrote. It’s like I knew. And the other way around, I read their words at exactly the right time when they tag me.

We have little lines.

We flow together. And that’s what’s happening right now all over the world. People being connected. People supporting each other when they need the strength to be daring. To go on. To confront their own demons and take the next step in their lives. In their own way.

It’s no magic, my friends. It’s called intuition. And it’s simple and powerful Nature. Try it some time…

Intuition can be found beyond rational thought and fierce emotion. And the latter is our guide to reach this calm space where we can find our own personal wisdom.

Wild your soul. Feel the world. Dare to jump with joy. Rant and grieve. Learn how to alchemize the dark. Find the stars. Feel the tug of Mother Moon. And birth new tomorrows…

And always remember, you’re not alone…

The Wild River Is Crying Me

… and I obey.

My tears are salty. My tongue is starched. The rivers of Europe are wreaking havoc.

From mountain to sea, our rivers are filled with torrential rains turned muddy floods. Drowning our people in metro stations.

How can I find my voice when my throat is constricted? When my heart can only beat for the angry rivers of our battered continent?

I know my ancestors made our world with flaws and I didn’t do enough, I took no stand. And now? I can only cry rivers, fight my own demons, darken my own skies, and know the light will return someday.

My salty tears are the oceans leaving my eyes. My fear of unknown futures color my eyelids from the inside.

Crying is necessary first. No bright new day without mourning for closed doors.

Little lines keep me sane, my friends know my pain. They sense when I need them like I sense their needs too.

Let’s build these little lines even stronger and tougher so we can bear the pain together.

Let’s rant and cry and joyously celebrate the century. Nature gave us emotions to deal with life To love life with our hearts full of hurt and our souls full of sensual sensation.

I feel you, dear friends, please keep feeling my need as well. Let’s reach out.

We are one.

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© Désirée Driesenaar