I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}

I am a seeker, a wolf, a lover

I fall to the Earth like a star

Full of a thousand years of blazing embers

I scream at the beauty of the Moon, unable to look into my own eyes, afraid of the wildness I find there


I am the howling coyote, trotting across the dusty horizon

Knowing I will die or live today

My teeth shredding the dark that attacks the weak

I run across meadows and ride across the frozen, dead leaves of my past days

I am regret, surrounded by sunlight and cold snowy drifts of grief, housed in anger on all sides


I am the heat in the air, the rearing up of fearless hooves

I am not afraid of your fear, your rage, your lost essence

I am the one who has tasted loss in every part of my soul

I find you and I beg the angels to help make you whole


I am a captive, a warrior, a scorpion

I am the hot, thirsty desire of my own burnt, stinging dreams

I am the light, created by mining the darkest rocks of my venom and shoving them up through the dirt until they are changed into crystals that I hand to all


I am the sorceress, the weaver of tales, the feral tiger, my stripes are the badges of battle, the fight, the lust, the source of my needs

My paws slink across the jungle floors of fate and time


I am a moonlit eagle, drifting in the frigid air

My feathers dripping with your hopeless, shimmery loneliness

The weight of it changing my flight

I lift the dew of despair to the heavens where it screams like shrieking thunder


I am the heartbroken pilgrim, the bear, the winged hawk

I drag my inch-thick nails across the trunk of a tree

Desperate to leave my signature in that wood

To remember who I am, that I exist


I am the gentle deer

Walking through your twisted, scraped branches

I catch your tears that fall down the landscape of your life and mine, and when the tears number one hundred, I drop them in your lake, to look upon


I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory,

I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves


I draw back my arrow with unbelievable strength

My arrow strikes the lies you tell yourself, I force the light inside your wounds

I take their hurt and yours and I feel it in my body, my heart. I feel it and sometimes I hold it longer than I should


Because I will take it, I will take what you have to release to save my soul and yours

Because I am strength and love and fear


I am the alchemist who changes matter, who understands but does not believe you deserve the punishment, the pain


I will take it

I can take it.


MauraCoyneMaura Coyne is a seeker, a dirty wild horse girl, and a lover of the passionate life. She practices hypnotherapy, equine therapy and energy/breathwork to assist others in removing the blocks and obstacles that often prevent them from moving forward on their life path. Teaching others to transmute the heavy and dark challenges that they face, by moving them into the light of creativity, strength and spirit, she is committed to healing herself along the way, and witnessing miracles in Nature. If you are interested in a little soul archaeology of your own, contact her at Wild Goose Farm, named for her patriarchal Coyne ancestral line. She aspires to continue going on wild goose chases for the rest of her time on the planet.


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