The Leaving; is the Coming When I awaken and go I shall carry you with me much as once you carried me forth to Here as I remained within my slumbers. When I awaken and go I shall seal our Fare-Thee-Wells upon this Haven once permissive of our unified Rests and Risings however fleeting I recall them to be. When I awaken and go I shall carry you with me course set in tandem with ascendant Sun wasting naught of my Freedom gained a much desired treasure worthy of savor. When bright beams mellow with setting of Days done and I am met with horizon of descendant Sun I will not resist the lullaby of gentle Moon arising into the sweetness of slumber I shall re-commit myself with honest willingness. When you awaken and go you shall carry me with you much as once I carried you forth to Here, as you remained within your slumbers. Set your course in tandem with ascendant Sun wasting naught of your Freedom gained for it is a treasure that most assuredly you will find worthy of savor. When the brightest beams of your Days mellow and brilliant horizon has been attained lullaby whispers shall call you to your own gentle slumber. Resist! do not surrender to urging of acceptance of solitary rest within the gathering Twilight. Opportune Time has arrived once more in this space, where ascendant Moon touches descendant Sun, for You and I to once again find renewal within unified Rests and Risings. I will hasten myself from slumber; if you will but delay your next dream… We are almost There. © Sharon Brodbeck Nov. 10, 2022 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Alchemy; the Space Between Eclipses How do I bring myself Forth from this loneliness? For the last of your Days were surely the first of my Nights yet still my Heart indwells possibility that Providence shall grant us Union with the Bestowing upon us of a Reality fully formed within the delicate sliver of Space between rigid absolutes that ‘ere now has confined us to only mirrored Experience of that which has been the Other’s unmet World. © Sharon Brodbeck 10.31.2022 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wrath, not Beauty, Shall Fade He denies me Beauty Despising me for my Love of It yet but a twisted whimper of wrath is his claim upon a fame. Should thou peer keenly upon the wrinkle set over brow what once was mistook for mark of great thought shall prove to be naught but crevasse of envy pressed ever more deeply ‘neath beguiled weight of self-doubts. Why then should I invite upon mine own mind the burdens of thee whom would seek to shackle me within fortress walls bereft of Life? For is it not true that your denial of a Thing can no more cease the existence of that Thing than it can prevent my Love upon It? I will not fret you further in these matters and Ways yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace all of my Greatest and Truest Loves wasting not yet another moment indeed many sunrises of moments in a denial of That which is found pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul so that you might find a small indeed dismally small comfort through your banal denials of Beauty and Love so that one’s self finds preservation within a misery of righteous Wrongs. © Sharon Brodbeck 10.15.2022 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ode to Great Mother I will cling to this Earth as all of miscreation crumbles around me and She shall cleave to me and gratitude shall flow from my lips, to be captured within Her rhythmically beating Heart, in great thanks of sanctuary accepted from One as Divine as She As She and I entwine I breathe of Her her fragrance one of dew, and moss and decay and Life And I Rest I rest knowing that whilst the Planets above us court new partners and Stars pirouette in spaces ere unknown and Chaos reigns as Ballerino this day a new day filled with new sky shall surely break upon tumultuous horizon sweeping aside afore clashing storms of ere begotten ways and a brilliant Moon shall find placement aside her loving Partner’s golden warmth and I shall reemerge from space of nurtured and protective containment yet still shall I find myself entwined as though fed through newborn cord to my ever attentive Earth Mother and I shall honor her in All Manners and Ways Always and ne’er again shall I doubt Her Love of me For from Her I was born and to Her I will return Time and again, as long as Earth is to be home To this Soul of Mine Sharon Brodbeck 6.21.22 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Birth Pains In my dying times I curl in upon myself brittle becomes my flesh my muscles, my bones ache though I do with the rot of it still I seek to protect possible newborn prospect deep within the skeletal remains of what once I was. Sharon Brodbeck 7.20.21 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Of Mermaids and Loves Once Thought Lost Was it She that brought You forth, to I?; had She cast forth to You upon Her ever-flowing Tides my Longings of Heart, ages and ages of need and want spilled forth into her fathomless depths as I, made naked my Soul desires entrusting unto Her the containment of these precious-unto-me Things when the vastness of their totality became far too great to be held solely within the Earthen forms of my many mortal Be-ings. Did it find You?; as You drifted upon the Sea the whispered request for Your Presence before I encapsulated within translucent bubble an urging to You by She by I to swim further abroad to where long I’ve awaited Your return unto Me. Or perhaps as I waded, within Her endless shoals age upon age merging with the next, with the ‘fore as an act of great benevolence for I, for You, She pressed within a Pearl my sincerest wish-filled Flows and nestled the lustrous orb ‘neath many layers of sands upon distant Ocean bed. And You, diving deeply whilst seeking for some Thing yet echoed within Heart though long hidden from mind uncovered Her precious gift to Us and it bespoke to You possibility of a Mystic Love. The Mermaid Love long latent within Me now rejoices with Your choice to follow your Heart and deny your mind it’s pleading for safe return to previous known shores a favoring of foreign experience and new adventure with I, on the swells of Ever Changing Tides. © Sharon Brodbeck 2/15/2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Goodbye Song There simply was not enough of Me to accommodate there not being enough of You and though I wish a choice could have been made upon which We both were found favored I found it not to be within My power to make such decision for Us both. If it were Mine alone to attend We would not have arrived here at the end of Our long walk to behold this fork in the road with We, knowing each shall now choose a differing Path ahead. Though did We not place steps upon differing course long ‘ere We arrived at this juncture when Each sought to follow their unique calling deep within Themselves? In these last moments of a shared Life within Our now dissolving Union let Us hold no regrets envisioning the Other with the greatest of Fondness a sincere Blessing to be carried close to Soul as We bid Our Adieu. Though over hill we travel on alone and through many valleys of separate course we shall meander We yet may emerge miles and worlds forth from now at another convergence of Paths. And I would have us do so with gladness in our Hearts that we might embrace the Other heartily and with enthusiasm for a reunified Journey leading ever onward Home. © Sharon Brodbeck 02.04.2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I AM LOVE with an Other I AM Love with an Other having previously risen to invitation upon a Path of destination one not of easy traverse. Yet arrived I one morning did to find at Love’s Door an Other I whom too once had risen to like invitation. Acceptance by He of I, and I of He alit a ferocious Fire that laid to waste last vestige of resistance to surrendered acceptance of a bestowing of Grace. This Love, that I AM with an Other is not a passive Love though She be gentle nor is She a forcible Love but an ever-long Invitation. She speaks of no confinements nor definitions nor denials a Sonnet of Inclusion flows from her Lips and through mine Heart. This Love, She tutors is the Love without beginning and without demise to be shared Freely in all Expressions with any whom rise to Invitation, Evermore. Sharon Brodbeck 01/19/23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Defiant in Our Naked Truth Are we yet impregnated, by the soon-to-be Ghosts, of a Fading Age? Inseminated even now with the unmet dreams and impossible to bear expectations of a minority frenzy still unaccepting of the Common need to bring forth from our Womb a power Truer than the one of Era previous. Can we rid ourselves of the antiquated notions that have fueled everlasting wars as an endless attempt by those fearful of the Truer Power to retain the last gasp of a false hierarchy structure whose withering seeds prove inability to father further violence and mayhem through those whom have boldly reclaimed their wombs. Let us not waste our precious Vessels nor Seeds on that which cannot, Will not acknowledge that refusals for transparency are for the betterment of no One but themselves while continuing their mad grabs for corporations, currencies and titles with little regard for the damage to lands and vital resources bestowed as inherent rights for the support and comforts of All Life Forms upon Our Earth Mother. Be Bold and Unafraid Stand Nakedly in Your Truth and notice Who is Bold and Unafraid in their Nakedness Beside You. This is Family; This is Tribe. This is why you did The Work; and Very Soon you will plainly see You are not Alone. Sharon Brodbeck 1/06/23 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I Smothered It I smothered it; I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken, Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing. Though saddened I was by the doing of it; I have no regret of the act, and decision for it, in itself. The returning of the Thing to Rest, ‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence, was the proper course to be undertaken . One day future when glimpsing past, it shall be known that the ending of the Thing was the beginning of the Liberation for Us each. I wish it to be understood; that my relinquishment unto Death, of the very Thing that I desired so, is offering of testament to a growth bearing fully this humble recognition that should the beloved Thing Become once more Arisen finding itself Reborn unto a new Day it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power far exceeding of mine alone. Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ode to the Non-Committal Word Up on me Not with lingual love Forget me Please if this is all that you offer; to sleazy Seize that which you desire yet noncommittal Be Thee still to the fires; that Truest Love brings to aLight attempt Ye’ Not to break it down for me how you suffered by others and trusted not for I am not they whom minced words and actions truths loosed from my heart shared freely from honest tongue an unmeasurable many times to be met only by your backward facing ears unable to meet me present; for Past wrongs bethought of from others held you closely and stroked One’s fragile ego lest accountability take hold and require greater effort to seize upon a new day and enter Genuine relation with another such as I where one’s each and every action is an Expression of Love and not merely a pumped up word dialogued strategically with guile merely meant to excuse one of misaligned deeds; and non-deeds; indeed! Woe unto He that plays his hand as such for lonely be the days and nights that hence forth come from such self serving pantomimes So again I say with kindness; though you might doubt that to be true Word Up on Me Not! and properly Forget Me True! for undoubtedly the best course Be to walk separately our Rested Lives through. Sharon Brodbeck 09.01.21 *****