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"We're all just walking each other home." - - Ram Dass







Monday, August 11, 2014

We Are, Women

Original poem that I wrote and read to open the Mile of Music Festival's
Women Shine Concert at the Fox Cities Performing Arts Center.




The World will try to contain us.

They will assign words to our fluid beings.

Our story – if we women let them,
will be defined in extremes.

That we are:
too much, or too little
too fat, or too thin
too bossy, or too submissive
too dumb, or too smart for our own good.

But you – my daughter, my sisters, my friends –
you hold within you the power of the seasons. 
Your spirit is large enough to hold each one.

Just as the sun is not too bright,
or the ocean too deep,
nor is sister moon too soft with her silver light.

For it is She that causes this earth to spin.
She sends those tides to extend and retract from the shore.
The crops to rise, the fruit to fall
It is her full embodiment of self that allows her quiet dominion over us all.

So too, it is never your fault to be fully who you are.

We need not look to others
to define, defend, or to shape us into their liking.

We need not pretend.

You are allowed to come in like thunder,
to whisper softly as the breeze.

To change your mind.

Shed yourselves of the leaves
that no longer bear your markings,
Step out of the golden husks at your feet –

Stand. Ready to bloom again.

We women belong to contradiction.

Our bodies start at the curve of our thighs
Winding its way along our thin spin
Before it falls curled into our tiny smiles.

We are living question marks.

Don’t let anyone outside of your skin tell you what its worth to be alive within it.

For this world is forever wide.
But we women – when we stretch out our arms,
Chests thrown back and hearts exposed
can circle it

Care for it
with an innate wisdom that allows us
to grow life within our darkness.

Nurturing ourselves; and always each other
with a love that is
womb deep.

We are infinite.
We are finite.
Flawed and divine.

Woven together by dust and stars.

We need no standards.
No extremes.
We need no definition.


We are – Women.



sharing with: Unforced Rhythms


14 comments:

  1. Oh, Tara. Your words woo me - always, as a rule - but this, my friend, THIS ... I am breathless and overcome by the beautiful and the terrible and the glory in it all. Such an honor to have you with us at Unforced Rhythms today.

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    1. someday we will speak them out loud together. I was so happy to be with the Unforced Rhythms group today...if I could ever get my stuff together, I would be there every week...but where my words are not, my heart always is. xo

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  2. Tara, I was so happy to see you at Unforced Rhythms this morning. It's been awhile since I've written on my faith blog, and I've lost touch with many. This poem, these words, they take my breath away! I am thrilled that you are still writing your beautiful verse and sharing it near and far. I am stunned to find myself in so many lines of this particular poem. May I print it out and share it with some young women, members of our church's MOPS group, who really need to read these words? Blessings on you!

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    1. i know the feeling - i don't keep up the way i would like with all of the amazing voices and people i have met along the way. Of course you may share! These words, they are not mine to keep. xx.

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  3. You, my friend, are the truest kind of love-r there ever was. You've written so many beautiful love letters and poems from the deep place within you where you hold oceans worth of love. But this one? It might be my favorite one of all.

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    1. i had some specific beautiful souls in mind when i sat down to write, so inspiration wasn't hard to find. i hope you feel it through the miles, until one day we can do this together.

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  4. This...We are living question marks....oh my. Yes.
    Gorgeous, Tara. Just gorgeous. You take my breath away.

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  5. I love the way you illustrate women as living question marks. Read that more than . . . twice. Such beauty comes from your creative soul. Always a pleasure to read what is stirring in your heart. Hugs to you my lovely friend.

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    1. hugs right back to you. loving you so in these between spaces for you and yours.

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    1. thank you so much for being here, you encourage...every time.

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  7. Tara, this is beautiful. I loved it when I heard you speak it, and I love it now. Very inspiring.

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    1. oh thank you so much. so happy you are here.

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