Standing at the edge of the world …
Sweet, ocean breezes cleanse me.
Dark, heavy grey-ness is blown away.
Golden-pink light envelops me and all that is.
Every cell drinks in the Prana-filled light-air.
Surf rolls and soothes.
Sand flows and sparkles.
Beauty fills and folds in on itself.
Revealing the
Shimmering silhouette of life
pulsing between us all.
Each day an ending wrapped in a [...]
Heart-space of pure expansion
Warm golden lightness
Soft acceptance
Welcoming
Safely held
Supported
Swaddled in light that warms without heat
Suspended in the nothingness of everything
Falling open
Bursting into soundless giggles
~Rena Hatch
Nov. 7, 2010
Walking in a sea of fog during the low tide today was a mystical experience …
Soft air is all around me.
Soft light fully surrounds me.
The only sounds are my breathing, my footsteps and the unseen ocean waves far off in the distance.
One minute I feel completely safe. The next doubts arise … where am I [...]
Through me
moves
sound
Deep soulful sounds
Noises, melodies, vibrations
Opening me
to myself
to all creation
all connections
A free fall
into
myself
into
the void
floating
and
grounding together
with me of
yesterday,
today
and tomorrow.
~Rena Hatch
December 7, 2006
My heart breaks further with each sword-word.
As it enters
It punctures and slices.
Swirling, spinning, red
The sword is withdrawn.
Seeming calm returns.
Yet there in my heart lies an open wound.
It spills out
Into my mind, my thoughts, my essence.
Eventually,
Scar tissue forms.
I look okay.
I seem okay.
Yet, I walk different,
Talk different
Think different.
It was only words.
The key …
the one who welded the [...]
The trees alive
Dance with the wind
Branches reaching, swaying,
Caressing and caressed by
The sweet, soft wind
With an inhale the wind’s essence is
Within me
With a thought
I am moved, caressed and caressing
With the wind
The trees speak
In gestures, movements, and sounds.
~Rena Hatch
Nov. 5, 2009
He looks at me
with
his heart.
He sees me.
He hears me.
I feel me
as I
become
waves of
emotion.
Sadness
washes over me
only to reveal
fossilized layers
of anger
and
rehearsed hardness.
I see my soft fragility
reflected in his eyes;
a mirror
through which
years of
hidden sorrow
drip
slowly
into
today.
~Rena Hatch
Spring 2003
