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AIM OF LIFE'S RIDE by Jennifer Hillman

I wrote this poem after having some success, and then getting a slap down again...

In retrospect, I saw the steps missed (details I avoided) and found the pull to truly recreate all that I am… again, by looking at the mess created and picking through what I love, and what doesn’t serve me anymore.  I woke early one morning and saying “I surrender and enough of this life!”  Allowing the changes to unfold before me, knowing where my passions in life are at this point in my journey, and knowing that I have much more I am here to do, I wrote this poem.

Aim of Life’s Ride
by Jennifer Hillman

Life has turned underside down…again.
I got the hint in variety of forms and signs:
Begin Again!
I only laugh and look a little deeper within
Listen for the inner giggles of my inner child:
within the laughter is a pure love
and the light
guiding me to the arrow straight direction.
I aimed high and shot with the bow
Now I've lost sight of where it landed
Ah! So the adventure begins once more!

Full moon bright
depth in Scorpio:
Death, rebirth and finding truth
surfacing from the soul’s hidden treasure.
Surreal truths dancing
in the clouds of discontent.
Passions linger with laughter's smile
knowing joy is my truth,
love is my aim;
to be that centered sun
balancing with this moon intensity.

Satellites send signals to the heart
keeping me straight in the moment’s attention.
Music soothes my mind
and whisper to me…
adventure of craving to escape, yet
not the time for this now.
Instead, slow down and breathe,
allow the waves pull me in,
to embrace the beautiful mess
and be the love of all that is.
I now settle in balance of life’s journey
with the laughter of the ride.

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Jennifer Hillman is an artist, published writer/poet with certifications as Reiki Master/Teacher, Hypnotherapist/NLP Practitioner, Intuitive Life Coach, working also a psychic adviser. She connects to the Divine through her studying many of the philosophies of the world, including Buddhism, Shamanism, Kabbalah, Sufi to name a few. 
She has a weekly radio program, Abstract Illusions Radio, where she explores the different aspects of creativity and spirituality, as well as on and her four websites: the essences of her creationsassisting artists with creating the dreams, more of her poetry here, and information and insights for finding your true self, here. 
Empowering and inspiring is her joy and path and she enjoys connecting with people and animals with an open heart of compassion. 
She has two published books of poetry in the series Embracing Souls: Poetry of the Dance and Words of the Heart. Both books have positive reviews of passion and insights into the world we live.

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  1. Wonderfully expressed: Life is forever changing and forever restarting and sometimes I wonder about death and if I have finished by job here on earth, but then I reclaim all the blessing of life, even through losses and begin again! Love your work; beautiful and something we can all identify with! I will post it on my page, "Poetry Daily" at:


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