ACROSS MY INNER GALAXY by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

I always feel an inner swelling of emotions during the phases of the moon...

Inside I feel a deep urging to look at where I am, what I am holding onto and what I must let go. I often feel a deep unsettling during this time, often feeling so scattered with my feelings. I come to the New Moon scooping up my ache and brokenness bringing it all to gentle releasing.

Across My Inner Galaxy

by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

I feel her pull,

stretch across my universe-

I feel her reach,

into my deep-

what brings,

my soul-

to weep,

letting it spill-

upon my heart,

gentle turning-

towards your-

sliver beam glow,

reaching the spring sky-

with birthing,

wanting to rise-

lulling my emotional,

scattering-

I bring it all,

to gathering-

scooping up all of it,

my brokenness-

holding it high,

to my April New Moon sky-

watching them fly,

turning into stars-

across my inner galaxy.

Photography by Matt Aden

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg is an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page called Heart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here.

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