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STONE AND BONE by Elizabeth Kipp

Stone and Bone (Let’s Heal)


I’m made of
water
clay
bits of stone
and bone
wisps of hair
and a little despair
I’m fueled
with fire
elemental
soulfully
sentimental
I breathe
with the trees
I dream
and scheme
I make my start
and my art
from the heart
and after a fashion
express my passion
‘cause if I don’t
grab onto
the now
I miss out
on living
and giving
forgiving
and thanksgiving
I live in
this sea
of emotion
soft hands
of devotion
wrapped
in rays
of the rainbow
sun and moon
I’m not immune
to the trials
and trivialities
before you judge
just what
you’re seein’ in me
try walkin’ a mile
in my shoes
and
I’ll walk in yours
let’s open some doors
together
see each other
for real
no longer conceal
let’s just heal
ourselves
stand tall
for once
and for all.

Elizabeth Kipp is a health facilitator specializing in stress and chronic pain management, addiction recovery, meditation, and yoga. She is a best-selling author, certified Kundalini Yoga Teacher (RYT/IKYTA/Yoga Alliance), Ancestral Clearing Practitioner, Bilateral EFT/Tapping Practitioner focused on helping people actualize their inherent healing. Elizabeth holds a Plant Science B.S. degree from the University of Delaware. Elizabeth is a seeker of truths, spanning both the spiritual and scientific worlds. Her deep connection to the spiritual world supported her through abuse as a child, multiple surgeries, chronic pain and a long search for modalities that would help her heal. Elizabeth works to help others achieve the same healing for themselves. You may contact Elizabeth via her website,  here. 

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