Sunday, January 31, 2010


Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

It is time.

Crawl up from the underworld.
Depart your long stay in
thick darkness and clay.

Find your roots.

Find your roots.

Follow – straight or
spiraling - to the surface and
into the humid,
star-storied night.

Proceed slowly, yes,
but with the unyielding intent
to become the amazing thing
that you have never before

Can you feel your soft, tender body
up against the inside of your
dry, tight skin?

The edge. The tightness.

It tears you apart…

this back-splitting longing to
be larger than that which has
contained you.

I know that dream.

The one about having wings.

So, find that place where you will,
take the last step as who you have been,
unfold your future,
and cast the old story behind you.

Emerge. Break free.

Surrender to your destiny,
lifting your long struggled form forth
onto a tree truck,
or a flower stalk.

The moistness.
It is always there –
conception, growth,
birth, life, death.

Notice the eyes.


Let the soft dawning breezes
caress your sensitive nature,
as you unfurl lacy,
iridescent dreams.
So clear.

Now firm in the daylight.
You are seen.


The world is calling to you.

Let yourself be heard.

Trust in what you have been

Trust in what you have been

Take flight –

with this core truth:

Where you land
and what you do
will determine
how well grounded
we are in the future.

(c)2004-2011/Jamie K. Reaser

Saturday, January 30, 2010


Photo: (C) Jamie K. Reaser

Do you hear yourself being called
to places that are far away,
beckoned by landscapes
intimately known and unimaginable?

Does it feel as if only strangers
can speak your name?

You must leave home.

You must leave HOME!

Escape the walls of your
upbringing any way you

Caterpillars do it.

Travel far and wide,
get lost,
be robbed,
over and over again,
realize that the world is big,
you are small.

Forget who you believed
yourself to be,
who you thought
others thought you were.

Become someone who can’t
answer simple questions like,
“What do you do?”


Totally and completely fail
to reach your intended destination,
though carrying a map and compass.

You are where you need to be
the moment after you
give up on all the landmarks.

Sit down and cry out
all of your laments.

Cry out the laments
all your ancestors
feared to cry.

You are indeed walking
in circles,
along a path marked
“Grief and Despair”
that leads directly
to Soul.

You have arrived.

Arrived at the place
you began
that it killed you to leave.

There is no entrance,
nor exit.
Never was.

When people ask you to tell the
story of your travels,
your journey,
of the road you have taken,
do so by living your Life,


Now you are human.

(c) 2003-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Note to Self: Poems for Changing the World from the Inside Out" 

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