Finish Line

I waited for years
For you to stop running from Love
Though I cheered
With much fanfare for your steps
Were a cross-country runner
Hell bent
On seeing other Finish lines
It took
Some time to realize
You were
Never running towards mine
So with tears
I packed up my banners
Took down
The feast tables and drinks
Put away
The balloons and glitter
Understanding my heart deserved better
Than being
Just one of many
Finish lines
For a cross-country runner
Running from Love

~ aurora winddancer
June 16, 2021

Grief Storms In

i’m just trying to keep
my head and my heart
from tearing me apart
remembering to breathe
in the cyclone
thoughts whirling
doubts swirling
fears wailing into the winds
emotions like a hurricane
tears a deluge of rain
sobbing thunder
with each lightning strike
i hold on tight
to the shutters
cling to the center
as best I can
the storm in my mind
throws my heartbeat out of time
i feel the tower walls shaking
my heart breaking
to the rhythm of the pounding
voice in my head
telling me this storm too
shall pass
but first
it’s going to hurt

~ aurora winddancer
june 7th, 2021

Of Flowers & Bees

i have learned well not to grieve
that which is not meant for me
the world is filled with so much grief
i need not add to it when i can just release
instead be embodied of love and peace
tasting the joys of all life’s beauty
choosing what is also choosing me
the flower does not grieve for the bee
that does not visit her petals or leaf
she knows her scent and necter are sweet
and there will always be another bee

~ aurora winddancer
june 1st, 2021


we may only get a moment
in this perfect space
before time moves us forward
to a different place
so here and now
in this infinite grace
come home to my heart
and I’ll come home to yours

let our souls touch
in heartfilled embrace
as a chorus of angels sing
i will touch your face
our eyes will see the sacred
as we retrace
a lineage of lifetimes
we have danced together

come home to my heart
my weary traveler kin
allow your self to rest
oh sacred bard, oh divine musician
your journeys will continue
but take a breath sweet cousin
and lay your load at my feet
i will heal your heart with kisses

for the healer too needs healing
the musician to hear a song
a love that is a steady flame
in the hearth while you are gone
a filled cup waiting, a meal still warm
an eager ear and smile for a night long
filled with your epic stories
your heart held in the welcome of home

~ aurora winddancer
june 1st, 2021

Everything Stops

Everything stops

When he holds me in my dreams

I sink into a deep Earthy warmth

My nerves stop firing alarms

My vagus nerve relaxes

As I breathe deep

I’ve never really been able to sleep

But when my head is against

His chest my being softens

A heavy weight lifts off me

I feel like I can stop sprinting

With the world Atlas’d

On my shoulders

I let go

And everything settles

Into a deep Earthy warmth

That holds me safe in my dreaming

In a peace deep enough

To be planted in


If I die tomorrow
Would I be content
With the lives I have touched
With the kindness I’ve given
To those I have loved

If I die tomorrow
Has what I’ve done and given
To the world been sufficient
Have I accomplished my missions
Can I justify my existence

If I die tomorrow
Have I Healed more than harmed
Given more than taken
Provided some inspiration
Helped others to awaken

If I die tomorrow
Knowing the world is not yet
That “Better World” we dream
Have I done my part to help
Continue the Great Healing

If I die tomorrow
Will the Beloveds I’ve left behind
To continue the peaceful fight
Have what they needed from me
To fully Shine their Lights

If I die tomorrow
Can I step into death with Grace
Knowing I’ve done all I could in this lifetime
I’ve left Humanity better than I found it
And perhaps the world a better place

If I live tomorrow

If Death puts down Her tea
If She smiles and chuckles at me
And leaves me yet to breathe
How can I love and live and give best
With the time I have left

So when she visits me next
I will know I am ready to go
If next time I must die tomorrow

~ Aurora Victoria WindDancer
Β© April 6th, 2017
#Poetry #Mortality #Mindfulness

**Original title Tea With Mortality – gratitude to my friend Logan for the amazing new title πŸ’– **


i love rainy days at the coast
the perfect excuse for doing nothing
they’re so quiet and unassuming
they never insist on “doing something”

just rest, relax,
take a load off your shoulders
breathe in the clean air
listen to the birds sing their rainsong

this is not a day that makes demands
the sun is not shining, the air is not warm,
there is no pressing need
to make the most of it

this grey delightful day
has no desires to be seized,
just a book that wants a good read
and a bath that promises warmth

a cup of coffee with no motivation,
a sky that drips,
“you didn’t really need to go anywhere…”
a sigh that exhales it agrees

~ aurora winddancer
march 18th, 2021
wheeler, oregon

A Son’s Poem

This came up in my FB memories today. My son Westley wrote this poem about me for a school assignment in Jan 2018. πŸ’–πŸ˜­πŸ’–

Poetry assignment for class:

Westley Black
English 10

My Mother

My mother is a goddess
She is the rain, and the sun
The moon and the stars
A mother to a child is home
The first arms you ever laid in
The first house you ever lived in
Her body is a temple like yours and mine
She taught me the power of β€œNo”
And the strength in β€œYes”

Her heartbeat is like the drum of the world,
It moves to the sound of the universe
She is a mother, and a sister
An aunt, a friend,
A witch and and a priestess.
A playwright and an entrepreneur
She is strong yet gentle,
She is powerful and yet humble
Her life flows like the river
Rushing and rapid, then calm and deep
She is a child and woman,
A leader and an anarchist
She is all of these things and more
Because she struggled
Her life is neither all dark,
Nor all light
But she is light
Because she chooses.

I’m Not Asking…

Frida Kahlo told her husband,

“I’m not asking you to kiss me, nor apologize to me when I think you’re wrong. I won’t even ask you to hug me when I need it most.

I don’t ask you to tell me how beautiful I am, even if it’s a lie, nor write me anything beautiful. I won’t even ask you to call me to tell me how your day went, nor tell me you miss me.

I won’t ask you to thank me for everything I do for you, nor to care about me when my soul is down, and of course, I won’t ask you to support me in my decisions.

I won’t even ask you to listen to me when I have a thousand stories to tell you. I won’t ask you to do anything, not even be by my side forever.

Because if I have to ask you, I don’t want it anymore.”

Not My Day

Today was not my day,
and that’s ok.
It didn’t have to be,
it didn’t owe me anything.

Today was not my day,
but I’m ok.
It’s nothing a bit of comfort food,
and a cup of tea couldn’t fix.

Today was not my day,
and the world’s not ok.
But perhaps tomorrow,
will be better for us both.

December 15, 2020
~ aurora winddancer