flatlined -nautilus teachings

flatlined
flatlined

there are days when you wake up flat
when there is nothing in your head
all you want to do is crawl to the beach
and lay your body on the sand
exhaustion seeps from every pore
you are drained
no expectations
you lie empty..

she walks
head down
with her back
to the wind
coffee in hand
thinking
how do i begin?
it’s time.
i need to find my wings
i need to fly
but there is nothing
but this dream
lurking inside her head
of guiding,
teaching
coaching
women
who struggle
like she did…
life does not come easy
for all of us
there are many
who still
no matter how hard we fight
always end up in last place…

dear God....
dear God….

she walks and walks
her mind stays clear
she’s flatlined
there is not a thought
hope
or an errand
in her head
she comes to the steeple
her eyes cast down
laying upon the ground
a pair of wings
God has send her
to this flat
empty
windy
beach
one broken shell
in the shape of wings
she sits and ponders
this gift of flight
others would pass it by
she knows
it’s just right…
it’s the symbols
He sends her each day
as she walks
along the the shore
of the Atlantic
and she
never
ever
talks…

these old wings
these old wings

meditation
silence
stillness
and thanks
she sits
and sits
then
wings in her hand
she slides
down the sandbank
the tide is low
but the ocean is fierce…

even when the tide is low
it can still be raging and full
just like the body
when we do not take time for stillness…
she opens her eyes
and upon the beach lay
hundreds of shells
that should have been swept away
she rises to walk
the wind in her face
her mind is still
as she slows her pace
wings in her hand
a song in her heart
she’s ready to fly
she’s ready to start…
no more flatlines
her body
in now in rhythm
with the
waving
of her
wings…

time to unfurl
time to unfurl