I’m stepping out further into my whole truth.
I’m showing you what I am made of, and what you are made of.
Becoming visible to myself, through the mirror.
Connection from the ground up.
Dwelling at home.
Digging where I stand.
Rooting to fruit.
Knowing that the myriad changes and transformations on the outside.
The spinning world of form
Is a reflection of the world inside
That now becomes clearer.
The external things are rearranging themselves
To reflect the true blueprint within
Which is lighting up.
All the dancers coming into constellation within me
The clear light of the masculine.
The deep red earth of the feminine.
For there is an inexhaustible supply of it
All of which is present
Tied up in pretty cellophane
shining sesame crowns
a treat you look
like Christmas food
or something from Austria.
But you and I know
That inside you are sucked dry
Inviting, coquettish, but hard as stone
No soft mouth pillows
Only hard edges.
You clang on the edge of the bowl
Refusing to sink into my soup
Lapping at your edges
Massaging and releasing the crusted grains
She seduces you to softness.
You dissolve, sinking, falling apart.
Only sesame tears mark your passing
into the murky depths
of pea and mint.
Feel I must
Don’t push a poem out
for a hungry crowd of inner critics
milking the joy of living from my aching breast
it will come out rancid and lifeless
Butterflies and baby things must be born of a struggle
a struggle to express
to come out from inside
not that it must be hard
but to be heard
a voice must be raised
lifted from the depths
and offered out soaking and slippery to the world
stop grasping at the unripe fruits of my heart
this is not the way
they will not sate the hunger
sit quietly by instead
for them to land on my head.
The much ridden and reported Rollercoaster, of life, of love, of evolution. The filthy U-bend and the glorious flow. As we climb higher, there’s further to drop, and the ride goes faster…
Beauty shines out of the integrity of being as we are, life being as it is. A warm dog by the fire sighing deep with satisfaction, a scared soul reaching out for comfort in their grief, the flaming warmth of dying leaves – radiating back to the sun, the deeply rooted sway of trees.
Everything can and does change in a moment. If I can be in this moment, I can change everything, every moment.
“As a warrior you take responsibility for holding the balance between light and dark within you and, by extension, the world around you, and ultimately when you go deep enough, the universe.”
— Barefoot Doctor