A poem on how dreams can be an invitation, illuminating the path of where we are next drawn.

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What if
the most real layer
is here
in the dream,
a ripple through
reach to surface
upon waking?

A saint,
the kiss,
a doorway
through stone alley —
a monastery to the light
or curve
of whale’s back,
beckoning
a glide at night
guide
reminder of where to flow
beyond words,
connecting
with primordial sound
across time and space.

Dreams:
the great record-keepers,
memory keepers
charting the map
of stars and soul,
traversing sound waves
and water waves
bringing lineage
into body and moment,
reminder to listen
still and slow.

Each one an invitation,
a slow unfurl
illumines the path
where you are drawn
like circle
now
finding the center.

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A poem on healing.

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There comes a time
to set down the shield —
the perfect way
you learned
to self-protect,
now ready to move
beyond
unraveling the story
of each unique scar.

Set down the shield.
Tend the wound,
give love
even from the place
where love wasn’t given.
Do this true work,
holding places
to heal,
becoming more whole
in who you are.

Clearing the debris,
find forgiveness
below the grief.
Uncover quiet
center here,
the kind you find
when the fight has ended.

Tomorrow the light will shine —
let it into each nook,
finding you now
open
beneath the defense
kneel here,
practice devotion
to each vision of wholeness
every day
making space,
now free
to hold this all.

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A poem on the moments of love beyond words.

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I see you,
closest in the middle
even through
distant reach —
wisp of hair and flash of eyes,
too far removed
to render anything
but the seeing itself.

It is perfect just as it is:
this moment of love,
simple
even in the passing
you know
what needs to be said:
I love you.
I love this.

Still —
even if no words,
a world unfolds
in a glimpse
each moment
a garden,
a trail along a stream
or serene dip in jeweled lake,
perfect spot
to hold you fluidly
like a dream.

The true journey:
a dive into self
seeing other
and seeing beyond
just here
with each unearthing feeling
slipping now into space
before sleep,
meeting all beloveds
inviting us to simple pleasures,
heavy eyes
bright too
with each reflection
returned.

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Deborah McNamara

Sustainability & Climate Activist. Yoga Teacher. Author, Invitation of Motherhood: Uncovering the Spiritual Lessons of Parenting. More: www.debmcnamara.com