In the Hands of Wisdom

In the Hands of Wisdom

A shaman came to me
And sang a song
She took hold of my hands
Poured water onto them
She rubbed them
And her song washed
Over my heart and soul
She was so loving

She sat in front of me
And sang
Let me love you tonight
And I heard
The Great Mother’s voice
As I laid down and wept
Like a five year old
Waiting for her to return

But she didn’t
So I wept again
At times the weeping
Was too deep
To even make a sound
My body was gripped
The tears pouring silently
Down my cheeks

Age-ing to sage-ing
Every day
Silence and love
The rewards can be great
But they do not come
For free
And without risk
Such is life

Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2015

14 thoughts on “In the Hands of Wisdom

  1. I think Born just summed up what I was trying to say in my previous comment Deborah. Sometimes mere words are not enough to respond to such beauty, understanding and elegance. Best line to me was ‘aging to saging’. Fantastic. You’re a star! ✨. Xxx

    1. Aww then I am twice blessed today! Thank you so much Bathsheba for all your truly wonderful, amazing comments yesterday and today … your continual support of my poetry this past year has been exceptional, incredible and always, always, gratefully received. xxx

  2. I think Born just summed up what I was trying to say in my previous comment Deborah. Sometimes mere words are not enough to respond to such beauty, understanding and elegance. Best line to me was ‘aging to saging’. Fantastic. I doff my hat to you. Xxx

    1. Oh my goddess you just blow me away with such kindness and generous high praise Bathsheba! Your beautiful words make me cry with happiness. No ‘like’ button could never express or replace what pure, liberated words do for heart and soul … oh happy days! see how they leap and dance in delight. A thousand blessings dear poet, and a thousand more!!! xxx

  3. I want you to know that I always read your poems, every single you’ve written, and all are breath taking

    The problem is that I never comment, that’s cause I don’t know how to comment like everybody else, you know like, the way the imagery gets them, how they sink on your words, how they re-read your poetry, and quite honestly, sometimes I get lost

    I believe speaking my truth quietly is better than nothing, I don’t know the fancy, complicated words yet, but I know these words..

    Being born is all about the truth, and being real, and the truth is you are more than amazing, talented and etc, so imma keep reading even if you don’t see me around


    1. Thank you so much Born for letting me know that you enjoy my poetry and for your truly beautiful gift of poetic words, I’m literally blown away by them! For me, yours is one of the loveliest comments I have ever received.

      ‘Quietly speaking your truth’ oh how your wonderful words inspire and motivate this poet! Rest assured I read them as a true poem in themselves … and as for fancy, complicated words, they are never needed. Blessings, Deborah.

  4. This is so beautiful, Deborah. It flowed right into my heart and soul. I agree with Steven, I think you are the shaman and this was an opening into your self-actualization. May your path always be illuminated and your journey safe, MW

    The hands sculpture is spectacular!

    1. Thank you so much Mother Wintermoon for your most generous comment, I just love your name! As the outer world seduces with its promises, all of which tear us away from the heart, I believe that the shaman’s song vibrates and lift’s the soul high. I agree, the hands sculpture is amazing, I nearly fainted in delight when I came across them in the middle of a wood! By blending image and words the shaman within teaches me to learn to be independent of outer applause, a necessary task, learning to rely on that which is internal, eternal, that which transcends fear and doubt. Blessings, Deborah.

  5. This write has a mystical feel to it, delving into the deeper existence of life and I like the symbolism of tears. Beautifully woven words here and excellently penned.

    1. Thank you so much Amitav! I remember the first time I ever heard the word ‘shaman’ my whole body seemed to vibrate and deeply resonate. As you know I too am learning to live with a foot in each world.

  6. P.s. I love the picture of the sculpture of the two hands. P.s.s. pretty funny don’t always get the math right.

    1. Oh thanks Steve, those wooden hands are amazing, I first discovered them eight years ago whilst deep in the middle of the woods in Keswick, England. Oh the joy of it! Google them. Oh my goddess don’t get me started on the maths …. lol! I think those with a poetry blog should be asked different kinds of questions for sure!

  7. Aging to sageing, love that Deborah, reminds me we always have hope along our road. I think you are the shaman in this picture, and the tears are of our own innocence when we begin to be loving with ourselves and loving with those in our lives. I will work today on remaining kind. Thank you for my morning meditation. I’d be adding this to several collections.

    1. Thank you so much Steve for the kindness of your reply and your wonderful gift of words here, both truly appreciated. You read me well dear poet, yes tears of learning to finally love oneself. Feeling unwanted is terribly painful yet replicated again and again when we treat our own creative children the same way. I’m learning through writing my poetry book that often the hardest work is parenting our own neglected, inner creative children. Blessings, Deborah.

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