Poem for my 11 years younger self, as she sat on the beach of Australia’s gold coast – still afraid of her dreams:

Oh my precious
how I have enjoyed
learning to love you
heal you
grow you

Oh my beloved
the pains survived
the choices made
decisions
mistakes

Oh my darling
how you thrill me
your unrelenting soul
your fire
your Love

I am yours and better to be
honored to be, enveloped by you
blissfully romanced and entranced
by all that you are and the endlessness
of all – you dare to be – beloved, precious darling

October 2008, I was 20…

why are you still grasping
when you already know?
your fingers feel so much more
the gentler they flow
over top and in between
when they’re free to roam every intricacy –
scratchy-catchy wool finding tiny skin-hooks
the chill of morning caught in the glass of windows
the way skin feels both cool and hot at the same time
tracing the textures of intimacy in piles of pillows –

why are you still chasing
when you are already sure?
your feet go so much further
the more purposeful they dance
around mountains and through trees
when they’re free to find every adventure –
Faery castles made of rocks, leaves and pinecones
birds and creatures coming ’round to great you
the way earth feels both warm and cold at the same time
the textures of dirt squishing under your toes

why are you still grasping
when you already know?
why are you still chasing
when you are already sure?

Walking an unpopular path
People will tell you you’re lost
They caution you against their fears
They tell you what cannot be done

Walking the path of your soul
Deep into dark corners and cold
Sometimes the way feels awful lonely
Othertimes the shadows prove friendly

Walking one step before next
Taking your precious time back
Facing the monsters that live in inside
Embracing all your brokenheartedness

Walking on, you don’t turn away
Except to laugh into the twirling abyss
Surprises lay ahead, blessings to be had
Gifts sprinkled throughout for your bliss

Walking an unpopular path
Walking the path of your soul
It my not be crowded and it may not be lit –
but walk on Truth warriors of ancient and old

Little cottage at the fork (Bristol, UK, October 2018)

Written one year ago after visiting the Blarney Castle in Ireland on an absolutely enchanted and “impossible” European trip

Here is the second of the poetic videos for mayryanna’s upcoming performance art set, Wanderlust. This is called Silent Movie Number Two:

It is based on the poem Remember Now by mayryanna.

Stay tuned to Optimal Mastery and mayryanna’s social media for the release of Silent Movie Number Three, Sunday, October 13th.

And be sure to get your tickets to come watch the conclusion to Wanderlust at the RAW Natural Born Artists showcase, STELLAR, here in Denver at the Church Nightclub, October 24th from 7-11pm!

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