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Writer's pictureBrooke A. Searle

INVITATION TO CLEAR THE AIR

Updated: Jan 16, 2021


A POEM: how our old ways caused pain. This is our invitation to clear the air (both internally and externally). Gasp!

It was getting too hard to breath

I needed space,

from the emissions of the mind.

The beliefs, feelings, trauma of the past

the doubts fogging up reality.




I would filter out the toxicities

With little breathers

Seeing beyond the pollution

layers of noise

Telling us we needed to get, achieve, be or

find external validation


I would see little glimpses of light

through all the haze


And yet,

sometimes

I would re-enter society

only to be re-magnetize to past particles

past ways of thinking

Picking up the beliefs so familiar to me


The “shoulds”, the opinions, the put in place systems, 9-5’s The influence inter-tangled by generations of uninvestigated beliefs.


Beliefs that say,

Things are not okay as they are.

that WE are not okay as we are.



I would drive through the smog on my own steam.

Pointed in the direction of my dreams

HOPING TO FIND ME

Instead, uncovering thick layers of fog

Obscuring my vision

losing sight of where I wanted to turn


And that is when it hit

A collision

Forced into an abrupt time-out

Quarantine

Away from one another

Social Distancing

I was told I couldn’t use you

as a means to find me


I was forced to sit with me

To allow the smog, the noise, the picked-up perspectives

To swirl aimlessly in my mind


This time alone, gave me space

To wholeheartedly embrace the impurities

To watch the internal smog alleviate, settle

LIFT

Regaining my center

Leaving me with a space

An opening for a new reality to be formed


Allowing the internal garden of my mind to be revealed

To blossom a reminder of the real me

That I, and all of us,

no matter the pollution covering our gardens within,

are already free.


If I am not my picked up patterns

If I am not the beliefs

passed down from generations before me

If I am not my thoughts and emotions

Infectious inner turmoil

then, who am I?

If I watch all those things dissolve

what is left?


The clearing of my mind

Opened my vision to a new reality

during a seemingly heartbreaking present moment

How this is an opportunity

To take in all of me,

as I am


An opportunity to AWAKE

To clear our painful thoughts

And find a peace,

A SERENITY



To stop the violence

To put down our weapons of mass destruction

Because we put down,

fighting with ourselves.


The wars outside

The blame games

And victimizing

all seem to be subsiding


We can embrace a new way of being

A KNOWING

That we are ALL IN THIS TOGETHER


Equals

Dissolving separations of class, culture, race, and gender.


To love ourselves, and each other

No need to prove

NO EXPECTATIONS

US,

as we are,

messy

real

OKAY AS IS

Accepting things as they are. Falling into a grace of this moment

To chose to move from love instead of fear

Allowing this flow, this new way of being, to be our guide.


And although times are tough,

and it really isn’t fair

At least there is this,

an opportunity to clear the AIR.


*Images from Pixels.com and Pixabay.com. (click on the photos, to check out their Instagram page)

*Words © Brooke Searle 4-2020






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