YOU ARE ALLOWED by Lana Maree Haas

You Are Allowed

You are allowed to take a rest

to set your head upon your mother’s breast

you are allowed the sweetest of sleep

to be near me

this close

you are allowed to lay your body down

near a river that sends bits of soft misty dew

dispersed in the air

to land upon your skin and soothe you

you are allowed to slip into nothingness

to listen only to silence and birds and gentleness

to forget anything that tugs at you

or torments you

you are allowed

you are so allowed the spaciousness you desire

and more

you are so allowed the forgiveness and acceptance

to free your mind and body from this mire

you are so allowed

(This poem appears in the author's forthcoming poetry collection,

Careless Blossoming.)

Lana Maree Haas is a Poet, Songwriter and Sound Healer living in the American Midwest. Her poetry has appeared in journals, including Women’s Spiritual Poetry, Rebelle Society, Women's Inc. and LaBloga, and in the anthology Goddess: When She Rules: Expressions by Contemporary Women. She has also written, composed and produced a solo album, Stardust and Moonbeams and another album, Riotous Singing! with her band, The Sonic Mystics. One of her songs, “Peace and Harmony”, appears on Snatam Kaur’s album, Sat Nam! Songs from Khalsa Youth Camp. She enjoys walking in forests, mountains, on beaches and in the prairie with her dog Juno. She loves playing music with her friends and swimming in large bodies of water. This is her first poetry book. Connect with Lana on Facebook, or listen to her music here.

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