Poetry after a walk

Today as I layed down after an irritatingly frantic morning for a respite between my covers I picked up the book, "The Invitation", by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. A book that expounds on her poem. When I need her "she" is always there. I will never know how, but "she" is. The page flopped open to the chapter on sorrow, I began to read. It made sense. It always makes sense. I drifted into a dream for a moment, and as I pulled myself from the vapour of sleep that was holding me, the sun was near to setting so I reached for my shoes, to catch the last few rays of sun on the trail. What I found out there was something I needed to share. I choose to share with you, may it please be accepted.

Seeking Real

Truth, truth is everywhere. Obscured by triumph, By validation. Truth is in the losses, Truth is in the sorrow of absence. Maybe a truth is... "Never really have won until we have truly lost." When we lose we have found the poignancy of truth. ---September, 20, 2016, Olivia Betts---

Salutation

My Salutation, Lifts my chest to the setting sun. Opening my heart once more to the possibilities. I will not close, I will not shrivel, I will open once more.

Opening once more to the possibilities.

As I walk home, The setting sun behind me. I see the footsteps in the dust, That took me to the edge. There is a break in them, And I know that you walk with me.

Thank you for the pain opening my soul once more to the possibilities.

Thank you. ---September, 20, 2016, Olivia Betts---

To Oriah I understand words can not express what I have tried to say so many times before. A door is open within me today because you write. I will let it be, but I will say blessings, blessings, blessings.

Thank you.