LIGHT OF LOVE – By ElizaBeth Coira

Light of Love_ElizaBeth Coira_HomeGrownSojournerThe light of love
To weather storms
Cleanse my mind
Hold my soul

It lives within
My gentle heart
I open up
To let me grow

Just like the tree
Full of knots
Battle haggard
Wounds and scars

I too will keep
Growing, stretching
Up to the light
Of mother sun

Inside I’ll keep
My fire burning
Feeding, learning
Hoping, healing

Rekindling
Rejuvenating
Now rise, renew
My nascent soul

DUTY – By ElizaBeth Coira

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Is it my duty
Obligation
Responsibility
To put on
A pretty face for you

Simply because I’m a woman

As though my life
Weren’t meant for more
Than the shadowy
Fantasies
Of others

As though my life
Weren’t my own
Beyond what a man
Would pay for

No my friends
That moment has passed
Of social sickness
Putrid illness

At least in my mind
But what’s true for you
Do you buy and consume
The old bloody ruse

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NEW YEAR – By ElizaBeth Coira

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Can we Love
Without the weight
Of worry
      guilt
          control
            and fury

Can we soar
Without the cage
Of hate
      and fear
Please tell me
Dear

What is it
We’ve been doing
Playing at
Through the years

Though it’s been done
By so many
For so long
As we awake

Today
New choices
Await us

They are
Sun-ripened
Ready
For picking

I think I’ll walk
A while
      wander
Roll around
Bask
In the glow

Of All
New day
New year
Possibilities

Let’s wait
No more
To embrace
Weightless

RING – By ElizaBeth Coira

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I think I’ll look
At the world like a tree

From way up here
The world’s not
                        Right
                        Or wrong

                        With us
                        Against us

                        Us
                        Versus them

                        He
                              She
                                      They
                        All busy bopping heads

Pitter
           Patter
Crawl up tiny ants

Flitter
            Flutter
As only birds can

Breathing
                    Whispers
Tickles of the wind

Grasping
                  Attaching
Mossy little friends

And no matter
How much hot air is spewed

We can clean it up
With our Being

‘Til we all
                   Fall
                           Down

SOME DAY – By ElizaBeth Coira

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Some day my hair
Will be less like the trees
And more like
The moon and stars

(Well –what’s wrong with that
I’d like to know
Because a commercial
Told you so?)

Some day my blood
Will run deep to the sea
Reclaim
            Relinquish
My life here on earth

(Well –what’s wrong with that
What is it you fear
Because a blind hyena
Preached at you my dear?)

Some day my flesh
Will feed a bird or flower
A bloom of new life
That’s nothing to do with
                                                money
                                                salvation
                                                indoctrination
                                                “power”

Some day my bones
Will root beneath the trees
My fingers belonging
In the cool embrace of earth

Will my soul some day
Float above the clouds
Return to the All I know
Awaiting home

Some day I’ll see
There’s nothing but
                                       To Be
What more do we really need
Let’s look around with Love

GREAT FACE – By ElizaBeth Coira


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I wander by a magnificent tree
Her trunk is thick and strong
Her branches reach so high to the sky
Her leaves glow with the knowing of fall

But this is not
What draws me here
I only notice
After

Narcissism
Pulls me in
Amidst her leaves
Peers a great face

The way her branches seem to grow
Creates a tribute alter
For worship of this great face
Mind, spirit, soul

I wander closer wanting
Some great message from god
But eyes of the great face never open
At least not in the way I know

I step back to look and ponder
Then realize what I see
This great-big-beautiful-magnificent face
Is also a wound and scar

The loss of a great limb
Oh so many years ago
That’s healed and warped
                                    Twisted under
The play and pleasure
                                    Of sun and weather

It makes me think of my own scar
When I examine it, what do I see
For now I’m too afraid to look
Face what will peer out of me