Currents Frequency
A Poem
Lean into the wave,
its salt-sting honesty,
its swell of ache and shimmer.
Exists its expansiveness,
its emptiness —
the void itself,
vast frequencies rising,
currents electrified.
Even in its deepest form,
depths only the chosen have known.
Let the waters rise,
let them press,
let them flood your chest
until you cannot deny them
and then,
let them go.
Ebb and flow,
the eternal tide.
Drop down,
lower,
into the spine’s red root,
the cave at the base of all becoming.
Cored, reaching,
realms tethered,
timelines intertwined.
Here the old programs dissolve
codes of struggle
written in someone else’s tongue.
Here the marrow remembers ease.
Body, show me:
what it feels like to breathe without bracing,
to open without bargaining,
to receive without resistance.
The current is not earned,
it simply is.
Frequency humming,
fluttering,
river swelling
a tide that carries a myriad.
Each time I release,
falling into the undercurrents,
I exhale
as if for the first time
from the last timeline.
Ease is not the exception,
it is the baseline.
Overflow is the manifold.
A new language emerges
from my waters now.
Inspired by the truth of my experience during Manifesting A Meaningful Life, a 6 Day women’s intensive that was hosted by Stela Murrizi.
Beautifully written 🙏