Skin

How do you feel inside of your skin?
In the skin you were born and destined to live in?
Do you feel you belong?
Is it safe shelter? Your sanctuary? Home?
Or are you a stranger in some place unknown?

How often do you sit and rest inside?
Is it a peaceful, comfortable space to reside?
Do loving arms await your return?
Compassionate eyes? Unconditional ear?
Or have you grown fearful of who lives in here?

Do you worry some monster lives within?
Some worthless, frightening, unacceptable sin?
Is the voice inside chastising and harsh?
Have echos of your past redecorated your home?
Did they break it, and take it, and make it their own?

Does it feel like a prison? Do you try and escape?
Is it lonely? Abusive? Somewhere you hate?
Are the walls reinforced? Difficult to climb?
Is it wretched? Full of shame and dismay?
Do you punish, resent it or push it away?

Or have you forgotten (or do you just hide),
to see and believe only what is out-side?
A worthless shell with no need to enter?
A random occurrence of hair, bone and skin?
Just a chemical reaction to the world you live in?

Your home does not stand empty, lonely or cold:    
It’s no vacant space to be rented or sold. 
An alchemy of spirit circles within
A collection of selves are gathered inside: 

Your parent, child, artist, defender and guide.

To navigate still water and waves of discord,
this passenger vessel needs you aboard.
Recalibrate, come take hold of your helm.
 Drop anchor in this skin that’s your very own
secure space in which you are forever at home.

© Samantha Jenkins

 ❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

The Sacred Dream

 There is a dream within my heart,
speaking wisdom and radiating brilliance
throughout my being.
All I need do is trust the effortless flow
of freedom within
knowing that here, I belong.
I will love this dream to life,
taking ownership for my part
in its co-creation,
and dare to live the call of my soul.

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

Who am I ?

I am the one, the only one
who was born to be this way.
I am the one with many faces
in black-and-white, and shades of grey.

I am the one who is ever-changing,
whilst forever remaining the same.
I am the one with many questions,
which leave me unsure of my true name.

I am the one who has faced the void  
and uncovered new ways of seeing.
I am the one who enters that space
to experience new ways of being. 

I am the one with the vulnerable skin 
that constricts my infinite scope.
I am the one who is space and light,
 love, grace, wisdom, hope.   

 I am the one who is every-thing
and the one who is no-thing too.
The deeper I go, the less I know
of “who am I?”

And you?

 © Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

My Chapel

Inside the Chapel of my heart
A sacred stillness pulsates
To the rhythm of my soul.
I kneel at the alter of my being
And bow in recognition
Of Your ultimate grace.

Fragmented light filtering
Through my stained-glass house.
It is a wonder
That I might know your name
Let alone rest in the presence
Of your infinite glory.

This most peaceful place,
where I feel lost and at home.
Bathed in such reverence for you,
for me, for all.
Oh, hallowed preciousness
May I sit with you now, and forever more. 

© Samantha Jenkins

 ❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

All at Sea

I rock back and forth inside swells of emotion,
losing my Self all at sea once again
on a spiralling current of doubt.
Yes, my boat of freedom has cast me adrift
in ocean deep uncertainty
where I slowly sink into the shadow of my own depths.

 Just as I am safe-aboard my own heart,
I am wrenched into reverse
by a wave of insecurity.
Tumbling inside a torrent of murky unknowing,
blinded by my own forgetfulness and doubt.
I forever sway to-and-fro, to-and-fro.

 Swallowing all I have tried to relinquish,
I drown inside the tangle of my mind,
perspective floating free from my grasp.
Stagnant waters clouding my vision,
until I no longer see a way out.
Veiled in a haze that blinds me to all that I know.

Then slowly, slowly the tide turns,
eroding stirred debris and murk,
until I gradually, mysteriously resurface
with a belief in eternal-safe shore.
I resolve now to stay awake and devout.
Holding tight in my fight: this time I won’t let go.

But time after time I journey,
tumbling between two worlds within.
My boat of freedom still rocks and sways
Inside my ever-changing tide.
My only real battle: to be with me,
in glimpses of sunlight and murky-cold depths.

These waves traverse trough and crest.
I was never destined surface-bound:
clear-vision, temperate-bones.
No, this journey takes each of us spiralling
above, through, between and below.
We can only surrender our safety,
and learn to swim ever-changing, ebb and flow.

© Samantha Jenkins

 ❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

Cactus

Like the cactus, you might live in a less than perfect environment:
one that feels challenging, unforgiving, barren, or harsh. 

And you might have evolved a thick and thorny skin as a means of survival:
protecting your inner resources from predation and exploitation.

Just like the cactus there is such great abundance inside of you:
a wealth of life-force flowing through your very core.

You’re not wholly limited by, or dependent upon, the fruitlessness,
or plenty, in your external world.

No, like the cactus, much of what you need
to preserve, and nurture, yourself resides within.

And you will find that you expand, and contract,
according to your felt sense of this rich inner abundance.

Just like the cactus, your inner reservoir is your lasting means
of essential life support.

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

To Freely Fly

 May I have fortuitous chance to fly,
removing tethers from life’s turning wheel,
to glide and soar free in vast, open sky
with grace-fuelled feathers that dare me to feel:
the sacred pulse of this earth’s ancient beat;
the illuminating wisdom of moon;
joy and pain that sear hot as white-heat;
haunting echo of my truest Soul-tune.
Blessed to forever fly free in night air,
with wings carrying me softly to Light,
so safely blanketed in Holy care
that I might trust in mysterious flight.
And in witnessing may others then see
how in this life they are meant to fly free. 

© Samantha Jenkins

 ❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

 Sacred, Precious Soul

 Perhaps you have never been told.
Perhaps you have forgotten.
Perhaps you can’t believe.
No matter.
It remains that you are a most sacred, precious soul.

You were born of a miracle.
Blessed with senses to experience the wonder of this world.
Blessed to be the wonder of your Self.
Rare gifts lie in the very fibre of your being.
Gifts that only you can bring into this world.

You were born perfectly rare and pure.
Made as amazing as the moon, stars, soil and sea.
But few of you have been reminded.
Never looked in the eye, and told how beautiful you are.
Never held in such love that you don’t doubt the love in your soul.
Never given space to breathe all that you may be.
Yet you remain a most sacred, precious soul.

You may have felt like a burden, possession or commodity.
Your may have been overlooked, diminished, or denied.
You may have felt worthless, useless, or hopeless over, and over, again.
But the energies of heaven and earth pulsates within you.
Spirit is ever-present within each of your breaths.
The void of infinite potential lies at the seat of your being.
And you forever remain a most sacred, precious soul.

© Samantha Jenkins 

 ❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

You Know

You know the answers.
You do.
Inside your Self,
beyond the rubble
of doubt, expectation and degradation
lie answers
 to all your questions,
woven with threads
of soul-full wisdom.
You know.

All answers come
when you dare ask
yourself
the difficult questions,
that then ask you
to expand
and grow,
until you know.
You are the answer
to all your questions.
You know.

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

Like a Sunset


Source 

Life, like a sunset,
blazing glory
 of vivid colour,
amidst clouds
of shadow blue.
Behold
its passing,
subtle shifts
and changes
all aglow.
Little time
 to witness
its effervescent beauty
slowly fading
before my eyes.
Unable to pause
the moment,
a gift
 too soon gone. 

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

You are Worthy

You are worthy, even in your pain.     
Remember, you are more than your pain.
 
You are worthy, even in your humiliation and shame.
        Remember, you are not those things.
 
You are worthy, even in your dark mood.
 Remember, you are light. 
 
You are worthy, even when you feel unseen. 
Remember, you are known.
 
You are worthy, even when you do not achieve. 
Remember, you are already enough.
 
You are worthy, even when rejected.
Remember, you are loved.
 
You are worthy, even when you feel ugly. 
Remember, you are beautiful.
 
You are worthy, even when you feel worthless. 
Remember, you are sacred life. 
 
 You are light.
You are known.
You are enough.
You are loved.
You are beautiful.
You are sacred life.
You are worthy, as you are.
© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

 Infinite Being


source

Suspended

in infinite darkness,
nothing-ness, being
held
as I am.
Pearl by my side.
Flawless luminosity
magnetising
the very epicentre
of my core.
Tears fall.
I can not enter;
a body
grounded
on the floor.

© Samantha Jenkins

 ❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

Shards of Glass

Splintered and fractured
 apart.
Shattered
into a myriad pieces
so I no longer see me,
 whole.
A thousand sharp edges
lie,
puncturing the heart
of my being.
No-one came as I lay
gasping,
 life-force bleeding,
naked
dying in the cold.
How come no-one came?
A lifetime then
resuscitating mySelf.
My mouth to my mouth.
Resurrecting from the pain
that reverberates through the glass
 of my bones.
A rage so fiery,
I might melt.
Sadness so deep,
I might drown.

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

Your Soul Sings

 Your soul softly sings
…listen, listen…
like the wings of birds
it will carry you
…to freedom
and eternal love
…to joy
and lasting hope
…to peace
and your true Self.
Listen…

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

The Light Within

Distracted by bright lights
outside of your Self,
you can miss
all that shines
within
and fail to hear
 the quiet song
of your Soul

© Samantha Jenkins

❉❉❉❉❉❉❉

Comments are closed.