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I thoroughly enjoyed this poetry workshop, every workshop with Sukina feels magical. I decided to add the writings that came out of the session.
Inspired by the Wisdom poem she read us
Lovingly she lays a foundation of stepping stones and holds my hands gently as I take my first steps.
Along the way,
she nurtures me, interrupting me only to show me of places were ancient wisdom lies.
She says that it is hidden beneath the waterfalls where the fish play.
It is in the mysterious growth pattern of the flowers.
The wisdom we long for is within the memories of the scents we can not place but find so comforting. Her wisdom is infinite, and without bias.
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Her image, her wildness, and disarrayed clothes did not dim her light.
She shined brilliantly before the Lord, not at all seeing her through the eyes of judgment but eyes of tenderness.
She brought what she had, and in her heart, she knew that it was enough.
She was enough.
She is enough. Shells in hand, she approached him, ignoring the laughter of her peers.
Placing them gently in his hands, and as she let go, the ocean waters surrounded them. They sang and swayed notes of gratitude to her for seeing the beauty within them.
And he blessed the shells rearranging them into a crown. With a firm softness, he crowned her as a beautiful, lovely, accepted part of divinity.
In her tattered clothes, she stood head held high,
with her burgundy lips parted and sang, I am enough because I am you, dirty and disheveled.
I am loved unconditionally by him.
My father sees me for who I am.
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