We all have a birthmark. But I am not speaking of the pigmented birthmark that may appear on the surface of your skin.
Rather, I refer to the mark of you that is your higher purpose coat of arms
Like the friction ridges that paint the maze and wanderings of your long-term identity upon the crowning tips of your fingers, there is an invisible birthmark upon your soul that tells about the Who of you.
This poem is about knowing that your soulful creativity is an energy and power that is not just a part of your DNA–It is the stardust that created you and the reason why you are here–and that you are to do and be Who you are.
I must share with you that I wrote this little self-confession way back in 1988 when I was a young, divorced single mother. I have been reading poems since nursery rhymes, and writing poems since Sweet Sixteen.
My birthmark reveals itself in a love of language that is charmed via the stroking mesmirations of imaginations and infatuations with love, life and God. When I was 31 years old and wrote this, I was testifying to what I knew to be the only thing I had to give–and that was Love…Love in all its mystery and erotic spirituality of the changing tides and seasons of Mother Earth…Love in all of its tragedy and comedy…Love in all of its color schemes and palettes…and Poetry…
…And then I wrote this…
I hadn’t thought about this poem in a long while. It was actually this morning while I was reading Srinivas Rao’s new ebook, The Compass: A Creator’s Guide to Instigating Something that Matters and he spoke about “It’s your birthright to leave the world with a body of work and say, ‘I was here. This is what I made.’ “
I thought to myself, “Maybe I should read what I wrote so long ago about about a soulful birthmark and see if it still fits with what he is saying.”
It, this poem, is a little young in its brevity. Only I tried editing it almost 30 years later, and I found that what I would elaborate in it with the knowing now what I still had yet to learn then, robbed it of its young beauty. Even if the 2015 words to a 1988 poem would make it more panoramic, the pure, innocent knowing of it, at the start of “the path to The Seeker’s Right” is the truth of it…turning and seeing your higher self as your constant champion and companion is living in the light of your soul.
To have that knowing so early on, and to rediscover it still is a great gift, and witnessing of conviction that is Birthmark and Birthright.
Comes the time, you’re so far into it, there’s no getting out.
Long ago, your mind bid farewell to its emotional drought.
Suddenly, there you are—a birthmark part of the Earth;
In the clay below, in the air above—
You breathe, and realize your worth…
Live courageous while on the path to The Seeker’s Right,
For it’s the duty of God’s Lovers to not give up the fight,
And when that point of no-return is absorbed into your mind,
Turn, and watch Your Self coming full-circle—feel your soul unwind.
Copyright 1988 by Diane M. Maietta. All Rights Reserved.
And of course, here again, handwritten just for you. 🙂
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