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Poetry

In Saoró we be­lieve that read­ing and writ­ing po­et­ry sup­ports a spir­i­tu­al and  cre­ative life be­cause they fos­ter deep pro­cess­ing, emo­tion­al ex­pres­sion, and a  height­ened aware­ness of the hu­man ex­pe­ri­ence. Po­et­ry beau­ti­ful­ly dis­tills com­plex  feel­ings and uni­ver­sal truths into evoca­tive lan­guage, al­low­ing us to con­nect more  deeply with our in­ner selves and the world around us. En­gag­ing with po­et­ry cul­tivates mind­ful­ness, in­spires our imag­i­na­tion, and en­cour­ages a sense of won­der  and awe, all of which nur­ture our spir­i­tu­al growth. Po­et­ry also stim­u­lates our creativ­i­ty by chal­leng­ing the mind to find new ways of see­ing and ex­press­ing re­al­i­ty,  sup­port­ing deep ex­plo­ration and self-dis­cov­ery es­sen­tial to a vi­brant, full and authen­tic life. It is both food and med­i­cine for the soul. 

In Ire­land we have a strong lin­eage of po­et­ry go­ing back to the an­cient times  of the revered trav­el­ing Bard. Every year we host a po­et­ry month on Saoró and we  get to wit­ness the in­cred­i­ble depth and beau­ty of this sa­cred form of cre­ative wor ship that still holds a place in Irish hearts.  

Got po­et­ry you would love to share? We warm­ly in­vite you to send in your work  and we can show­case it on Saoró. This space is free, heart-led, and open to all who  cre­ate with pur­pose, play, and soul. Just send your de­tails & work to us and we will get in touch!  

She

I am she.She who is all I will ever need to be.She who is as soft as the flowing stream,And strong as cascades of rivers.She who walks in love,And through her wounds howls for others.Feels their pain just a deep.She who feels the callAnd trusts her soil-stained feet to wander with spirit.To moss-laced forest or...

Shavasana

ShavasanaDuring yoga class emotions surface,tears come too, without warning.A feeling of abandonment springsout of the unconscious.‘I am no-one’s child anymore,nobody calls me their daughter’.I lie on my mat at the end of class,relax my body, struggle to still my mind.Breathe in, two three, out, two three,the weight of grief begins to shift.I focus on the...

This is a poem about the ache.

Sometimes the sadness in my bodyfeels so out of reach.too hot to touch,too old to name.It hums beneath my ribs,a quiet ache that rememberswhat my mind has long forgotten.I sit beside it now.Not to fix,not to flee,but to listen.You are ancient, I whisper.You have carried storms and stories,love and leaving,birth and breaking.You ache,because you rememberhow...

Trying to Understand Me

I gave you kindness from my fragile heart,but now it feels shattered and torn apart.Words said in haste ring clear and true,what part of me is reflected when I look at you.I replay moments, searching for sense,each feeling vivid, each thought intense.Was it love that grew, or love that strained?A quiet question that still remains.My...

A Moment in Time

Time seemed to pause as I held your hand,No need to rush, to push, or demand.The world fell silent, the night drew near,But in that hush, your soul was clear.We spoke in whispers, soft and low,Like tides that meet, then gently go.No promises made, for tides can't stay,Just hearts laid bare, embracing this day.Your truth...

Rachael Ball

Holding my Breath

Poem - Holding my Breath by Rachael Ball. Rachael is a Seer, Healer and Intuitive Writer who weaves the art of noticing into her work through Cacao, Water Ritual, the Gene Keys, Tarot/Oracle Card Readings and written word.

The Fabric of Life

The shame, it crept across my face /
As suddenly, I fell from grace /
The innocence that once was me /  
Slipped away for all to see

You Can’t Pour from an Empty Cup

In the rush of life, we often forget  /
To pause, to breathe, and simply reset /  
We give and we give, till there's nothing to spare /
Leaving ourselves with hollowed-out care 

A mess of rope

How did it get to this? You've been neglecting your duties, sailing with your hands off the wheel. Who mans the ship?

Peri Menopause – A Poem

And one day it shifted and changed / My body once a known terrain, now felt strange / The map I had trusted, no longer so clear / As whispers of time brushed against my ear

Land Healing – Unravelling Shame

As part of the Unravelling Shame series in September 2024, we are encouraging everyone to offer land healing this month. Siân Williams has offered the steps she follows for this beautiful practice.