If your life doesn’t often make you feel
like a cauldron of swirling light —
If you are not often enough a woman standing above a mysterious fire,
lifting her head to the sky —
You are doing too much, and listening too little.
Read poems. Walk in the woods. Make slow art.
Tie a rope around your heart, be led by it off the plank,
happy prisoner.
You are no animal. You are galaxy with skin.
Home to blue and yellow lightshots,
making speed-of-light curves and racecar turns,
bouncing in ricochet –
Don’t slow down the light and turn it into matter
with feeble preoccupations.
Don’t forget your true name:
Presiding one. Home for the gleaming. Strong cauldron for the feast of light.
Strong cauldron for the feast of light:
I am speaking to you.
I beg you not to forget.
–Tara Sophia Mohr
Tara Sophia Mohr is a writer and personal growth teacher. Click here to sign up for her Goals Guide, Turning Your Goals Upside Down, and Inside Out (To Get What You Really Want). Click here to learn about her new women’s leadership program, Playing Big.