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…

Conquest

god should have made girls lethal when he made monsters of men – Elisabeth Hewer Conquest. Let’s talk about conquest Yes, let’s hold an inquest to try and work out why love is so scarce and sex so messed up It’s like some friendship evangelism with friendly interest to make a convert to the illusory…

Misunderstood

As I mentioned in my last post, writing is a sort of healing and discovery process for me. What I write does not relate to any specific person or situation. More often than not, it is an attempt to express the feeling or meaning of many experiences and observations. We all experience life through different…

Unravelled

For me, writing is a form of healing. It is a way of figuring things out, of trying to capture the feeling of something that is hard to explain. What I write does not necessarily relate to specific events or people, but rather to patterns of life, discoveries and explorations of feeling and meaning. For…

Restraint

There were things I would have said but could not so I wrote them down instead postponed for saying till later or never Someday I’d like to stay up all night and be with you Maybe read poetry together listen to music tell our stories to each other Maybe just lie on our backs awake…