POEMS BY
PAMELA MIKHAEL
The Sacred Unknown
Some days, we land in spaces we do not know and we do not understand.
Those moments, people, places, they are sacred too.
In their unfamiliarity, they bring the exploration of new feelings, thoughts, connections.
They are opportunity.
If you drown yourself in your known and refuse to pause, look, listen, feel, you will be blinded by the fear of the unknown, and miss all the extraordinary love that might come along with it.
Open yourself, dear Child of Life, this is safe for us.
(Everything was new, once)
The Sacred Unknown
Some days, we land in spaces we do not know and we do not understand.
Those moments, people, places, they are sacred too.
In their unfamiliarity, they bring the exploration of new feelings, thoughts, connections.
They are opportunity.
If you drown yourself in your known and refuse to pause, look, listen, feel, you will be blinded by the fear of the unknown, and miss all the extraordinary love that might come along with it.
Open yourself, dear Child of Life, this is safe for us.
(Everything was new, once)
Have You Seen Her Dance?
What light have you found in your own infinite darkness.
What slither of hope ignites you in your most hopeless times.
What force grounds you back to the earth when your sinister thoughts take flight?
Have you felt her,
Have you seen her dance?
Or In The Absence Thereof
Astronauts can swim in space without water.
Just like how your eyes loved mine much before our skins could ever touch.
And now even missing you feels like some blessing.
All the wisdom is in the silence.
And God is so generous that even his scarcity is but abundance in disguise.