the Archer | a poem for the journey of rising to your Power
Because a Sunflower is the perfect friend for taking back your power….XOXO
In need of a little inspiration to hold the complexity of getting stuck between the fall of the tower and the pulling of the call to rise into your power? I’ve been there <3 I wrote this poem to describe the inner journey I take when The Archer inside me calls me to grasp the bow and arrow and rise again. A journey to rising to my own personal agency and empowerment.
It was written during Sagittarius season, a season of the fire element represented by the archetype of The Archer with the symbol of the bow and arrow. It’s a season that always calls on me to take a steady stance and a true aim in the direction of my wildest dreams, heart’s desires and deepest most abundant goals for the highest and greatest good of myself, others and the planet.
I hope this poem inspires you to do the very same.
The Archer
It’s like a cardiac arrest for the solar plexus.
I drop to my knees.
I crawl… I cry… I reach.
But my bow and arrow seem so far away.
I’ve been the Archer and I’ve been the Prey.
This life cycle...
Like a dance with the Devil leaves me sliding across the rings of Saturn, ‘round and ‘round.
Hoping not to fall off into the density of the dark of the outer space.
My mind goes blank.
It’s okay...
It’s primal… this sense of learned helplessness.
It’s not my fault….
I’ve seen it many times before. It’s just part of this ebb and flow.
I am worth re-circuiting the cavity of my inner mind to believe in a better thing.
I place my hands over my stomach,
As to hold in my insides from spilling out onto the floor.
And I shift my body to hold itself tenderly.
A fetus it becomes.
I am the sun.
And I am the moon.
I am the stars and everything in between.
I am made of you
And you are made of me.
This galaxy runs on how we treat ourselves and how we treat each other.
The powerlessness... the power you take, the power you give and the power you make.
I am gold and I am the dark. You are the same.
Even in the dark, I feel prosperity pumping through the veins in my body and the valves of my heart.
I close my eyes.
I breath in light. I breath in dark.
And I remember who I am and who she is.
The gentle warrior. The one who knows things.
And then the game changes.
Silence.
I smell integrity.
And a bigger heart grows back from what was taken.
I rise from the grave - the moldy, cold, dirt turns to a fresh Ancient water.
It rolls off my body and into the ground...prosperity cures the illness that once struck.
It returns to me instantly, as it was chosen for me - my beautiful bow and arrow and all of it’s power.
It shines, it gleams like the stars on a warm summer's night.
The curves mold to my hands as I smile like a Cheshire.
Hair in the wind.
I draw back my bow - a moment of action.
I release - a resting act of intention not to be confused with blind faith.
Illumination never felt so good.
It restores personal power, reveals clarity and stirs manifestation.
The Archer has the arrow, the Prey has the instinct.
The Archer is the man, the Prey is the horse.
A symbol in time between Heaven and Earth.
Today I’m the Archer, tomorrow the Prey...
And these two symbols are exactly one of the same.
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