Jericho Rell Poetry

As I depart Kauai I am filled with the most tender feeling in my soul, of nostalgia, gratitude, and also a sort of melancholy of knowing this is the end of many chapters but the beginning of newness. These last six months have been the most deeply transformative, heartbreaking, challenging and also rewarding times of my life. Following your inner guidance to your own truth, following this path, is not for the faint of heart. The reward is the death and rebirth of seeing things exactly as they are. And in this life, truth has always been my beacon of hope. I have come full circle back to face every part of myself, every aspect of my life, to own it all. And to live by what is good and right in my heart. The opposition of what I have experienced brought me back home to myself and knowing that I alone, always know exactly who I am. In this life when we speak out for ourselves, for our beliefs, for our own sovereignty, there will always be people who fall away. And this is the rite of passage, the reclaiming of your own power is not the road that is easy but it is the one, that will bring you into the alignment of your true path. To the people that have stood beside me, my hand on heart gratitude is with you. From LA, to Oahu, to Montana and back to Kauai these landmarks of my heart pulled me back to reclaim the pieces of my story. This was a divine journey and while I’m weary and ready to unpack my bags. I am now someone new, always the same in heart but changed forever 💕🙌🏽

“A reluctant soul is called from the ordinary into the unknown, faces trials, meets mentors and monsters, dies to who they were, rises transformed, and returns home not the same, but bearing a gift the world desperately needs.”

I often used to look to the stars as child and wonder why I always felt like stranger in a strange land. I often felt I was caged by forces I could not name , I felt the oppression of invisible forces that seemed to stop me at every turn. Every time in my life the world crashed and burned to the ground and I was broken open and brought to my knees I would stand in the ashes and make a life again. But one day everything cracked open to the sky and all the forces had names and all the questions had maps, that led to more questions and more heartbreak. And it was only then I knew I was free because I had never given in to the darkness. And as I sat with nothing once again. I knew I was free, free to fly without consequence. I found there was never a home, but an endless sky of possibilities and A bird who was never shown its route still finds their flight By the sun and the stars. And the songs I never knew ripped from my throat like fire calling to the ones who had guided me along with way, the songs that I had never known still lived inside me ….

Rebirth 🌖

I looked up at the sky and remembered the passage about Plato’s Symposium, in the unbearable lightness of being thar people were hermaphrodites until God separated them, and now everyone wanders around looking for their other half. In other words, love is the desire for the other half of ourselves. But I think maybe we are many halves to a whole, a complete solar system of stars that somehow find one another and recognize each other. And it’s this knowing that created the essence of finding one another. And sometimes it’s only for a moment people bless us with their presence their beauty or their light. We create so much importance around forever. And while nothing ever truly ends it is all infinitely connected, some people only pass as clouds in the sky paired by the eclipse moon, and we must always give gratitude for all that have touched our souls our hearts our spirit. Even in its longing or heartbreak it is beautiful and even if barely touching they still move us, change us and still remain every single moment of truth and love, authenticity and connectedness is still a sacred holy union of sorts. Let us never forget how important we all are in this cycle of life