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MUSE by Vrinda Aguilera

A dragonfly's body, you say, riding low and heavy with iridescent flashes of purple, black and green?

 Ah, I see, think this if you must. As for my crisp, white shirt, with cuffs of lace and buttons of pearls? Did you catch a glimpse of that?A dandelion puff or wisp of cloud. Maybe.

Or could it be that you have just caught sight out of the corner of your eyes of the spirit of the muse?


I blow in on the sultry
End of summer breeze
Riding humid currents,
Darting between raindrops with ease

I float in on the warm,
Wet morning mist
Shedding my blankets of fog
Dawn heralding my daily trysts

It is I, your muse,
hear me sing
Melodies of the moment
A breath of air in the spring

It is I, your muse
Whispering fragments of truth
Casting spells of inspiration
Fueled on ancient elixirs of youth

What, you do not recognize me?
Well, I've always been at your side
Prodding and poking
Even when you'd rather I hide

Why do you not hear me?
Instead you'd rather ignore?
Listen, just listen,
I most humbly implore

My voice is like honey
My hands deft and smooth
I spin spiderwebs into silk
Towering mountains I do move

I live in the shadows
I bathe in vast seas
I sleep in humble porch flowerpots
Like a kite I drift with the breeze

Hear the music in my laughter
A graceful dance your steps will know
Pat attention to my counsel
From your pen prolific prose will flow

I turn sand into castles
Rough stones into shining jewels
I weave reeds into baskets
With nary an instrument or tool

I am your muse!
I am your whimsy!
I'm ancient, mischievous, and full of wit
I am your ruse!
I am your fancy!
Leave your window cracked open
I'll visit your dreams and stay
At least for a bit.

Vrinda Aguilera is a Montessori trained primary school teacher, an intuitive energy healer, a closet poet, and practitioner of bhakti-yoga. She is passionate about supporting women on their spiritual journey and is a professionally trained life-coach. She lives in rural Florida with her husband and three children where she blossoms in the experience of her own mothering. You may connect with her by e-mailing her at:

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