Clearing Pollution from the Soul
Clearing Pollution from the Soul
a poem, by Dr. Sara Smith
A special thank you to a dear friend, Jennifer Faye Colombo, for sharing her powerful meditation in the form of this soulful watercolor. Just as this poem sprung from me in the wee hours of the morning, insisting I immediately write, so too are other powerful women choosing to listen to the call.
Thoughts pour out
Like billowy dirty clouds of an
Industrial park smoke stack.
Byproducts of the production line
Bottling fear, guilt, worry and lack.
Sealed and stickered
brightly colored to attract the moth
To the flame
No minute passes it’s workers are not required to mass produce.
The demand is too great to stop now.
Sealing consumer fate as the cap is tightly closed.
Day and night, night and day
Caps are sealed
Nearby women popping bottles
Lined with fake silver and gold
Complete the cycle of the production line
And the thoughts keep pouring out
From the smoke stack.
Polluting nearby rivers, birds, forest, air, lovers and our children.
Our beloved children.
Yet a Rising is blowing in
Smoke is clearing
Is it real? Is it a fleeting notion?
Whispering, soft and sweet,
“There is another way!
Take pause, look around and breath deep the byproduct of your control”
It stings the lungs, it clouds your dreams.
There is another way
Put back the cap
Recycle the bottle and return to sender
Thanks, but really.
No thanks.
Whispering tales of strength and wisdom from the depths of the soul.
Rising an ancient familiar breeze into polluted space.
It is true, for you
And you
There is another way.
No more fear, guilt, worry or lack
Bottled to produce byproducts of
The dirty smoke stack.
Take back your keys, take back the lock.
At the center of the hearth where we gather, share, laugh and dance
You will find your center, your heart, your secrets
Crystal clear
Whispers become louder still
Go now!
Take back your keys
Take back your lock
And feel the clearing of the pollution in your heart.
