Tag: poems

Winter is Coming

Today I asked the Goddess what it was I needed to know
I felt a moment of stillness and I looked into the snow 
To remember what we are in our perfect state No pain, no anger, no disappointment, no hate 
Dismantle constant comparisons, superficiality  Revel in the magic that inherent to our primality  The sparkle of the sun, diamond twinkles full of promise of the magic yet not spun.  She whispers in my ear,  hold steady, keep going you have nothing to fear 

3am thoughts

Go after what you want

You deserve the life you want

Create your vision

Be flexible

Keep positive

Work hard

Have gratitude

Trust no one

Help everyone

Be firm

Be receptive

Be hard 

Be vulnerable

Don’t give a ****

Be of service

Have boundaries

Be kind

Walk away from what makes you uncomfortable

Get in the muck

Be open

Be closed

Ask for help

Be self sufficient

Face your monsters

Hold yourself accountable

Hold others accountable

Sounds easy? Sounds hard.

Makes no sense, makes all sense. 

Raises questions, provides answers. 

The correct life advice is somewhere in there?! 

When a motherless mother feels lost

Today I need her

Today I need to know

Can I do this?

I’m a bleeding heart

My soul raw

Can I do this?

How can I navigate her through this?

When this is when my compass died

Can I do this?

My daughter needs her mother

This daughter needs her mother

Can I do this?

I’ll take her hand, whisper ‘be brave’

I won’t let her see me shake

As my hand reaches for a ghost

Can I do this?

Can love be enough when I have no clue

Love wasn’t enough when I had to miss you.

Can I do this?

perception reflection

What do you hear when my lips part?

A passionate sigh

An orgasm not yet moaned

A banshee wail

A soothing word

A hard cut

Lies you want to hear

Truth you don’t

What do you see when you look in my eyes?

Passion and fire

Monster damaged shadows

Gentle loved reflection of who you are

Cold calculation

Uncried tears, waiting

Fool

Ancient knowledge

What is your instinct when you touch me?

Treasured

Owned

Used

Thrown away

Imprisioned

Gift

Freedom

Filled Void

The greatest art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain. – Lord Byron

The heart, soul and brain all work differently. 
The brain makes a decision
The heart may fight it/ jump on board
The soul may cry/ sing

To make the decision to try to truly be present in ones life is hard. Not jumping to the future, not visiting with ghosts of the past. The here, now.

Can be lonely, with out others to be here, now- as they all seem to be other places. But do we base our existence off the recognition of others? Why? ( is it just me? It is, says the monster of invisibility)

It’s hard to sustain ( but what will happen if we don’t over think the what if’s, cries the monsters of uncertainties)

It’s a strange freedom to try for ( but you do not deserve that freedom, it is for others more worthy, cry the monsters of the past as they try to chain you down)

What is the present sensation? Calm? Connected? Cold? Pain? Love? Distrust? Amazement? Distain? Joy?
Why is this sensation present? Feel it…. let it move through…. learn what you can…… let go.
So easy to say. So hard to do.

Between two worlds life hovers, like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizons verge. – Byron

Pass this way

Breathless I wait…….
The vibrations of change are beginning. I can feel them. This is needed. The Tower, yet again begins to roil. 
For the last while I have been required to be present, clear, steady, a safe harbour. 
A shelter ( oh I do so well)
I feel deeply 
My loyalty steadfast
Can I see the end of your nightmare? Mine?
Rally love, you have it in you. Rally love, this is your place. Rally love, we’ve walked this way before. 
The Tower pitches and cracks. Can I hold steadfast harbour for you with one hand, and ride out the inner rollercoaster, holding on to myself with the other?
I can. I will. I’ve got it in me. This is my place. I’ve walked this way before. But this time a new path will be made. We shall not come to pass this way again.