TODAY I WALK IN BEAUTY
Scars to Serenity - Pain to Power
You showered me with Roses and Razorblades
In your wicked laboratory, you were
running your experiments on me
measuring, observing
with your distant, detached mind of a scientist.
I could feel your excitement
about every scream escaping my soul
and the burns and scars you left on me.
My skin was getting worn and raw, ripping open
in my most delicate and vulnerable places
my womanhood, my sacred Feminine, my flower
my heart, my soul
Always taking notes, loving gentleness in measured doses
you played me on the puppet strings of my own needinesss
my woundings of a child,
keeping me in the destructive cycles of your games
because I had once learned that this
is love.
But I disentangled from your surgeon's grip and calculated cruelty.
Ancient powers stirred within my core, my womb
Resiliance!
No longer the submissive marionette,
I ceased to dance to your manipulations.
Becoming Unchained!
Once a willing dancer in the wicked waltz of an abusive narcissist
I now remember how to weave my tapestry of sovereignty;
with flames of courage, dignity of heart, I recognize
that love is not synonymous with pain.
Thank you for shattering this part of me,
which only could respond to these old scars
so I could shed my skin - and
the skins of all my sisters, mothers, grandmothers - my entire lineage!
Ancient Ones! Thank you for the Blessing!
I stripped naked, layer by layer
invited my demons right into my life -
so they can't come and trigger me
out of the Blue
You watched the Phoenix Rising - and tried so hard to punish me!
but I did find the key!
I learned to loosen your grib and chains with the forces of Forgiveness
and set myself free.
Today
the power is mine
I smile at you and your attempts
your words have lost their razor cutting edges
they have no power over me
because today,
I write my own words on my destiny
Today
I smile at you and walk away
a teasing swing in my hip
a smile glistening in my eye
joy in my heart
a song in my soul
Today
I walk in beauty
and the power
is mine.
~ Nydia Laysa Stone
SHAMBHALA
Enchanted Landscapes
Here
I was safe.
Wild and free.
I was Queen. The One in power.
My word was respected and heard.
My body was sacred and untouchable.
I crafted my amulet of word birds and dragon songs
Words of intention and powerful magic
fluttering through my mind, my heart
moving around in my mouth like candy
melting into me like dark chocolat
filling me with their sweetness and heaviness and lightness
so I felt nourished like after a big bowl of chocolat pudding, still warm,
sinking slowly, deeply
into my belly;
Soothing word creations, magical shields
I could bite on them when I was in pain
and chew them up, when I was hungry for understanding and being seen
and loved.
Some tasted like warm honey, others like broken crystals
or spicy, bitter, sour,
fiery red and scary black, dreamy golden and green and turquoise blue
They lived in boxes, in the shells of snails, in trees, in nests, in the dragon clouds under my pillow, in my back pockets and my undies - and they could fly away with me
Words like birds
or dragons,
red balloons or dry leafs in the storm.
Some felt like the purging of my soul, of my innermost and vulnerable self
liberating my essence
some were poisonous, full of rage
that found no other way of expression
than these bird words in disguise
Purging these words was such a relief!
like a huge exhale, bringing tears of exhaustion into my eyes
my breath eased once they were out of me
Some would smile at me and continue their journey
others would stay with me forever. We became best friends for life.
I could count on them being there when I called out in need of their magic spells
Their rhythm picked up the beat of my heart and the longing of my soul
these words made me dance and drown, dream and sigh, scream and laugh and float and fly...
Sometimes there was just one, slowly emerging
teasing my tongue, charming my mind
As it got born and danced up high
up into the starry skies - drawing shadows on the moons
free, ready to play
with the mocking winds under their wings
there was another one!
growing
I could feel it, taste it, smell it
word dancers, dragon dancers in the clouds,
hand in hand, one step, one word at a time
one wordbird after the other, breaking loose
from my mind, my mouth, my hands, my heart, and soul
to fly
the sky
was full of them
circling, turning, twisting, dancing, rising, falling, spiraling
much like these flocks of birds in thousands, moving like one being
a symphony, ever evolving,
of chaotic perfection and harmony
all in their graceful sovereignty
single birds, single
words
~ Nydia Laysa Stone
NYDIA LAYSA STONE
Somatic Healing Artist, Holistic Therapist, Healer, Coach, Bestselling Author, Storyteller, Visionary & Dreamweaver.
She is an experienced Master Teacher of the Healing Arts, Violet Flame, Egyptian SEKHEM Energy and Light Code Activations, Yoga, Dynamic Meditations, Dance & Art Expression, Sacred & Shamanic ceremonies, and the Rites of the Munay Ki.
Nydia lives and works as a global nomad, mostly between the Caribbean, Crete, India, Bali, and Fiji Islands, where she also offers her signature Retreat Series - Transformational Experiences and Immersions in the specific cultural and spiritual context and Earth Energy of the lands.
Nydia's passion is Change - the Alchemy of Transformation, based on Tantric & Somatic Embodiment practices, Vision Quests and Passage Rites for Life Transitions, to Awaken the Wild Wise Warrior & Medicine Woman, Remembrance of your Ancient Inner Wisdom centers and systemic heritage to live the Joyful, heart centered life of your Dreams and Visions.
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