Coming into My Wisdom
By Kaya Kamins
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After the break up of a long distance relationship, Kaya began to write from the depths of her soul while struggling to become empowered and grounded in her own life.
Who I had become was someone I didnt really know. This woman didnt fit the stereotypes I had grown up with. I had not been raised to have a voice, nor to know my truth. When I began to write, floodgates began to open. I developed a new clarity about my emotions. This replaced the space in my heart and life where there was once only confusion and uncertainty. As I began to write and share my words with other women, I developed more courage and began to overcome my fears about creating my own unique path to follow.
Kayas poems about her journey of self-discovery and transformation at midlife have common themes for all women struggling to give birth to their own voice.
Kaya Kamins
Born Karen Kotzen in Boston, Massachusetts, Kaya moved to the Midwest at 21 and has lived there for 38 years. In her working career she has assisted individuals with developmental disabilities and has had a passion for helping them to become more independent and to lead more fulfilling lives. Kaya has been on a spiritual quest for most of her adult life. Her journey has taken her to Scotland, Israel, Thailand, Hawaii, Peru , Egypt and Mexico. Kayas spirit name was birthed in Zion Utah while camping with friends and consecrated in ceremony there. When she is not working, her passions include her love of the Southwest, traveling abroad, being in nature, camping, kayaking, sitting around a campfire, writing, reading, womens music festivals, and theater. She has one son also living in the Midwest. She resides with her beloved four legged companion Toby and her two parakeets and continues to write as the spirit moves her.
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Coming into My Wisdom - Kaya Kamins
Awakenings
I Want to Write the Silence
I Have Missed the Silence
The Stillness
Why I Write
The Unfolding
What I Have Lost
What I Am Missing
On My Soul
The Deepening
The Words
Change
The Year I Was Most Myself
Cravings
The Woman in the Mirror
Being in Idle Mode
The I in Me
The Wee Hours
Thoughts
My Real Life
Running from Loneliness
Measuring My Life
This Summer
The Tides of Change
Celebrate the Feelings
The Kingdom of What Is
Honor the Waves
Ode to Painful Times
The Fertile Void
Holes
Tears
Maybe
If I Met You Again
What I Didn’t Know
Don’t
Waiting
On Being Raped
To the Memory of My Parents
Poem for My Mother
If I Had One More Day
To My Mom
Where Are the Words?
Perspective on Death
The Final Journey
On the First Anniversary of My Father’s Death
Remember When
When I Die
Stages of My Life
Growing Up
The Child in Me
Flowing
Spring
Riding My Bike
The Rise of Summer
On Aging
Seasons of My Soul
If I Had my Life to Live Over
Tapestry of Sadness
Questions
These Feet Still Hold me Up
What I Would Say to the Men in My Life
Walking the Line
On Getting Older
Practicing Retirement
On Grieving
Dreaming of Retirement
When I Retire
On Turning 80
What If?
The Women in my Life
Ode to Margie Adams
Being Free
Love
The Pain of Loving
What is Love
On Love
My Body Remembers
What I Have Learned
Blankets of Love
Love Like a Flower
Love
Nature, Peace, and Fear
Pfeiffer Beach
Wishes
Sacred Times
The Zen Zone
If
On Peace
The Tides
Loneliness
Sunsets
The Rise of Summer
Florida After the Hurricane
Clouds
What is Fear?
The Smell and Security of Comfort
On Flying
AWAKENINGS
I Want to Write the Silence
I want to write the silence in my life.
I want to fill it up with words and song.
I want it to fill me up and make me whole.
I want to use it, to let it be my earpiece
to hear the heartbeat of my soul, my inner longings.
I want to write the silence.
I want to write away my fear,
to allow my heart to open wide enough
to let a new love into my center.
I want to share the sunsets and sunrises,
the late night hours when I cannot sleep.
I want the noise and joy of a heart in love
to burst the bubble of silence that hovers over me.
It has been a good teacher, but I am ready to move on.
I want to write the silence.
I don’t need to live in it all the time anymore.
I want to write about life now-
my life, your life, everyone’s life.
I am a writer
and silence has been my tool.
I Have Missed the Silence
I have missed the silence as my friend.
As of late, I have feared it when it seemed to look big
in the middle of the relationship dance I am in.
When I heard it as loss, as abandonment,
as a parting of the way,
then I feared it.
Tonight, with the music off, though I cannot sleep,
the silence comforts me.
It brings forth these words.
It waits for me to know what lies within.
Mornings when I am with my love,
I often cannot hear the silence at all.
Most of the time, that is ok,
but sometimes, I crave it and the ability
to hear and know myself that comes with it.
Silence is not like a lion to fear.
It is like a pussycat slinking in
to be coddled and caressed, to find comfort from.
I have missed the silence in my life
as I have missed the tune of my own soul.
Only in these late night and early morning
moments of my own,
can I really truly hear it at all.
The Stillness
The stillness has taken hold of me tonight.
It follows me wherever I go,
into the dark of the night, into my waking dreams.
It is haunting me now when I am trying to sleep.
It is probing and searching, for what, I do not know,
but it has startled me awake.
I have wrestled with the stillness in the night
for far too long.
What do you want of me I ask?
It doesn’t answer, I just feel it in pursuit.
The stillness is inside me now.
The quietude, it stalks me.
Why now, with expectations of a long day ahead,
with worries of where to go?
I awaken because of the stillness.
It calls to me deeply,
and my soul, it hears the invisible voice.
I shall remember its sound when I awaken again,
but for now, I am hoping it will let me sleep.
Why I Write
I write to find out what I have to say.
The words seem to come tumbling out from nowhere
and from everything.
With pen in hand, the words just flow
like rivers gushing, the dam burst open.
I never really know how I feel, it seems until I give it a voice.
Most times, I have been afraid to do it aloud,
but I am becoming that much braver and bolder
with my pen in my hand.
My pen is a tool of power for me.
It forges ahead,
cutting the overgrown weeds of emotion with its scythe,
clearing trails in this wilderness of wild and untamed emotions
which keep me awake at night and whom I often cannot name.
I’m surprised at how they sound and at what they have to say,
at the power and strength of passion I hear in them.
Did they come from me? I ask myself, meekly sometimes.
Most certainly, I answer, unashamed and proud.
I have never been good with making small talk at parties or
with political discussions but I am good with pen in hand.
It seems to just flow freely like paint running on a canvas.
I am learning what it is my voice has to say
and I will keep talking with pen in hand until I’ve said it all,
but for as long as I live my life, I will speak with
warm hearts and women’s souls embracing my written words,
cushioning them, nurturing and encouraging them
to be spoken aloud and shared.
It is a new language I am learning, this language of the heart.
I have struggled with this for all of my young and adult life.
Earlier journals were always full of what I did.
Hardly any entries were really about who I was,
at least that is what I remember now.
This is a different kind of writing.
It allows my spirit to speak.
It affirms and validates me to the core.
I write to find out what I have to say and oh, so much more.
I can never stop now,
I have only just begun.
Spring 2005 - my first course with Women Writing for a Change
The Unfolding
This disconnection from my soul has frightened me.
It is a huge, cavernous wasteland I need to wander,
as big as the desert and sands in the wilderness of Chaco Canyon.
I have longed to be with it all of my life.
I never knew how until now.
I am working hard now, to grab hold and understand it,
unravel it, define it.
It keeps me awake in the middle of the night
and in the wee hours of the morning.
It ravages my heart.
I cannot NOT hear it anymore and that, indeed, is a good thing.
It is speaking loud enough now so I have to hear it
and I have turned up the volume and my capacity to hear.
It calls to me, the loneliness, the solitude, and the essence of my soul.
I cannot hide from it any more.
It is what will make me whole, my missing piece.
It is full of ‘I didn’t know’, ‘no one really cared’,
‘no one really saw me’ and me who didn’t dare rock the boat.
It is full of passion and despair, wisdom,
and long since buried memories of loving times past.
It speaks loudly in my writing.
It is my writing that has unleashed this flood of feeling,
of remembering, of understanding,
of the will, the need to survive this hollow pit