REFLECTION by Kiernan Antares

So many of us long to be held steady in the heart of the Divine…

And serve in the world as a beacon of light. We ask and ask for direction; what is my purpose, who am I, how can I serve? All the while knowing where our heart guides us. Yet the truth of it doesn’t fully integrate into our beingness somehow: we hold back, we doubt, we don’t fully understand…

This poem is about a moment of reflection when it suddenly does, and in that moment we are free to be all that we are.

"Reflection" painted by Kiernan Antares

Reflection

I gaze into the waters of life

in the morning after

the darkest night

and there

the flame ignites

The Divine Spark

filling the dark caverns

of my soul

Burning away the questions

of a lifetime pondering

and suddenly

I knew

I understood with certainty

Why my feet walk upon the Earth

why my Spirit beckons

With an elusive surety

now secure

I am she

The flame within

Kiernan Antares is a visionary artist, poet, and teacher based in Toronto, Ontario whose paintings and writings tell deep and rich stories through contemporary symbolism that offer healing, hope, and empowerment for the feminine soul ~ the heart of the world that has been suppressed in each of us, but is now re-awakening and emerging as a powerful force of love and wisdom. "It is my hope that something in my art will create a tiny explosion in your heart and that you will see that something, that Sacred Feminine Soul you’ve hungered for all along as a woman. She lives within you, She calls to you ~ to remember and awaken." You may connect with Kiernan via her website here, or find her on Facebook.

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