Phoenix Rising


Phonenix Rising

Burning that penetrates so deep and wide
You could rip your skin right off.

Peel it back to expose the untouched for sweet relief. 

Pushed to the edge of powerlessness
and it now occurs to you to simply
let go and jump.

Jump right in and taste the swirling waters
without any paddle.

Let the burn sear to the bone
smouldering hot
taking everything with it
and you cease to ask for mercy
because the time has come
to enter the flames
to give yourself over
to what will consume you
burn you right out
to a pile of ashes
where if odds are in your favour
a phoenix will arise.

Nicola Karesh, copyright © 2012 – All rights reserved.


Eternal Moonlight


Eternal Moonlight by Nicola Karesh

(written while on retreat….)

Free is giving birth to that wail of sorrow that feels your pain
… my pain …
not holding it in so it becomes
muted and has no voice
I am free to be me when the laughter wants to burst forth and I let it.
“What’s the joke?” you say.
“I don’t know,” I say.
On the surface, there’s nothing.
But somewhere below,
I can feel the current of joy
and I grab hold
and ride it.
The freedom to be me shifts
with the passing of time
As this me erupts into the next
Time shapes, molds, cajoles, wears down
And I am in this now
and this now
and this now
and this…
Am I free to be me?
Sometimes, I show up and I ache
with an eternity of sadness.
The sadness that wants trees to live forever
and tigers to have homes.

Sometimes, I show up, fierce and growling.
I might as well wear a sign that reads
Tread lightly.
Danger ahead.

Sometimes, life feels too much
and I want to burrow down
deep in a hole
to never come out


someone or some thing speaks softly,
sweetly, gently… inviting
like the lullaby of the leaves
And my spirit sighs
It recognises God in your depths
And what could be more
freeing than that?

Sometimes, I open the door.
I free myself
For I remember,
The real me dances with the Divine
in eternal moonlight
It is the One who holds life itself
in Its grasp
who knows no bounds
or restrictions
How could you curtail freedom?

It may take itself on a royal adventure
that mimics hell.
At some point before the dawning of eternity
It will break free to abandon the ride.

For remember…
we are meant to dance with freedom
under a moonlit sky
eternally blessed
with Divine Light.

Nicola Karesh, copyright © 2014 – All rights reserved.

Who Speaks To Me Of Love?

Who Speaks To Me Of Love? by Nicola Rickards Karesh

(written about this beautiful leopard, but the parallels are definitely there for people)

A mean, black leopard inveigles his way into my heart and cracks it wide open!  There really is no rhyme or reason why he, above all others, calls to me today, but he does.  I can see his regal profile looking out and I feel tenderness for the ones who cloak their vulnerability behind a lofty facade.  Reminds me of Egyptians, pyramids and pharaohs.  His sleek black coat cloaks his spots and I think of well-oiled silk.  No matter what you wear though, I can still see you… feel the essence of your soul.

His Mother has the more memorable story, but somehow, Brumby captured my heart from the start.  Your plaintive cry stirs up images of babies calling for their Mamas and Papas.

Everybody has the capacity to love… even one who is filled with spitting rage and a mean strike.  I saw you spitting mad and lashing out at the hands that feed you.  I watched you come swiftly to be stroked by the one you love.  I heard your sweet cry and it touched my heart.

Love has its way of releasing us from the annihilation of the dark.  Even for just a momentary dance in the moonlight!  Nobody’s story is in vain.  It has the ability, like this regal one, to call our name.

You make me think of outcasts and angry ones.  Somehow, in spite of it all, they still manage to inspire love in another’s heart.

You make me think of hatred and mean, locked away hearts.  Someday, somehow, that cold, black wall can crumble and fall.  For even you can respond in a second to love’s call.

Nicola Rickards Karesh, copyright © 2010 – All rights reserved.

(Brumby is a beautiful boy who resides at the Exotic Feline Rescue Center in Indiana.)