I am a woman who runs with her dog I am clothed and civilized I also belong to a tribe Of women Who run with the wolves We are naked and wild We accept all that we are Awakened to the wonder Of being alive We sweat We bleed Grow our hair Go bare feet…
Tag: poetry
A Christmas confusion
Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas! Jesus is the reason for the season! Santa Claus delivers presents on Christmas Eve. The Magic of Christmas. Really? Is it magic? Do we need magic, or do we need to be real? Just a few questions as this time of year does appear to push many towards crisis. Why?…
Fallen into consciousness
Fallen into consciousness from where? And yet as I breathe I consider that I don’t know about the things containing chlorophyll All those vegetating vegetations do they know their own meaning? their own purpose? Do they know that it is their greenness kissed by the sunshine that nourishes the air that I breathe and solar…
Suffocation
Fear and anxiety Insecurity Distorted perception Suspicion, sarcasm a form of aggression Denial of all these the doors shut to healing only the perpetuity of all the feelings loneliness, shame, longing Love just a myth all those who appear to have it therefore just pretending which is a form of lying and herein lies the…
Kill the snake?
I don’t know. I simply don’t know. Too many things I have been certain of have become illogical and childish now. Now I can only question and wonder and seek a way to be my own true self and live with responsibility. The snake and the dragon, one real, one imagined… beautiful, dangerous creatures for…
Unicorns and all such things
Shame will snuff out the sparkle and let the magic of miracle making energy disappear replacing the possibility of love with fear So watch out and wash out the things that bring shame the thoughts and the judgements the long held beliefs that ask you ‘”what is wrong with you?” and tells you “well, you’ve only…
Disillusion
I’ve been here silent all these years emotions and thoughts imprisoned in fear locked up with keys of guilt and shame so my heart was grey with grief so much to say to share no voice no confidence So I mostly existed disconnected dull defeated but refused to be blinded to the divinity that dwells…
I am an island. I am a new beginning.
I am a dark night sky full of mystery and sparkle I am a cloud crying tears that soak the earth I am a mountain stream carrying a future carrying dreams I am an ocean vast holding pain and sorrow and hope for tomorrow I am a tree silent, immovable yet I whisper and sway…
Finding home
It’s a long, long journey to arrive at a place that can be called home. First the departure the tears and the tearing away from that place and all that it holds first known by that name. Home. a place a feeling a way of being warm, welcoming, forgiving a memory a hope a dream…
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