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✨A Poem✨

We settle back in

always returning

to the lesson that are left to learn

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

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✨A Poem✨

Life is strange the way it fills you up and leaves you hungry.

It doesn’t matter how wide your mouth is.

It’s human, you know,

to wax and wane through life.

Sometimes you couldn’t touch another bite,

and other times you could eat a whole horse (figuratively).

Maintenance is the cure but

it’s not urgent enough is it?

Oh, to be human and filled with life’s

responsibilities.

Saschia ✨Jayne✨ Johnson

✨A Poem✨

Hand over the acceptance and

the appreciation of today

hand over the joy and the peace

that I’m allowed to feel

hand over the healing

and the best todays

and laughter filled bellies

I’m ready for them all

-Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

The petals unfold

to reveal

everything

she’s been waiting for.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

💫A Poem 💫

She lifts her brown eyes to the sky,

thanks the ancestors for their strength,

and the marks they left on her DNA

in the best way.

Each step is a reminder that

she’s been gifted their legacy

to honor and carry on

in her own divine way.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

This sea pebble

crossed oceans

and landed at your feet.

A fish may have licked it

or maybe a star fish danced across it

but right now, in this moment,

that same pebble is in your world

and you get to decide

what to do with it.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

✨A Poem✨

The thing about being human

is that the power we have can’t be measured

by tests or science

it takes a great deal of

walking in the dark.

I find hands sometimes, though,

and they help when it gets scary

or sad

We are all in this they say

and sometimes it feels like just that

but other times it can feel like we’re all alone.

The trick is to find a hand or

share a hand

and hang on until one of you is ready

to let go.

Saschia 💫Jayne💫 Johnson

💫A Poem💫

Returned to the chest

after their first breath

It’s a boy

and he has returned

to seek out the light

and when he finds it,

he’ll find home.

-Saschia 🌹Jayne 🌹 Johnson

💫A Poem💫

She bends down to look for

napping bees.

Instead she finds a door

to some place she always

hoped was real.

It’s as real as beach waves

on a warm summer evening.

-Saschia ✨Jayne ✨ Johnson