Ah, the loveliness.
There it is again.
As smooth as the drifting river,
as quiet as the song of a mother
to the sky.
Lovely loveliness.
The sweetest of all the dreams.
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Tag: Bliss
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An Open Heart
You might think the glow of an open heart to be impossible outside the honeymoon phase of romantic love, but I assure you: it’s quite possible. And it is very, very lovely, my goodness.
When I relax into the warmth in my chest, I feel the most beautiful sense of softness and love radiate through me. Especially when I’m listening to music. It’s as though a night light has been switched on in the dark of me, and there I am, ready to hold it out to the world in search of someone to share its glow with.
A physical feeling of heat and light, is the best way I can describe my version of an open heart, and there are not many natural feelings like it at all (apart from the primal urges of childbirth, perhaps, which…actually, I should write a post on that, sometime. Childbirth is often painted for its painful side, but overlooked for the absolute primal miracle it is.)
I’m so terribly unfinished in terms of my emotional healing from the past, but there are some beautiful things going on in my life in the now that I’m grateful for. For the first time in my life I’m happily rising early to do yoga. Every morning. I’ve done it for a week, and I know I won’t stop because I’ve decided it, firmly. It feels far too beautiful to wake my body up in such an earthy way, and it’s linked with the very best part—I’m no longer rushing around and frantic when it comes time to whistle the kids out the door. In itself, that is a small step in the right direction.
It definitely helps that I’ve found the most beautiful, gentle yoga teacher on YouTube. Every time he whispers ‘relax, it’s alright, it’s all good’, it’s like it activates something within my core that knows he is one hundred percent right. That, no matter what, it’s alright, it’s all good.
Anyhow, I just wanted to check in with my real voice and let you all know I’m still here and that, no, I’ve not got a poetry writing robot posting here on my behalf. Although, truly: I’ll be if I know where some of my writing comes from. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: some of the words I write really do not feel like my doing, at all. It’s all very magical and lovely and strange.
I’m happy with magical and lovely and strange, if you are. xx
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The Sound Of Night
My body is alive
with the sound of night.
How I hunger for this bliss.
How the melody of a simple tune
makes love to my senses,
and I am whole
like the wind,
like the sun,
like love.
Hold my heart, dear music.
Let me float in the clouds,
on the sweetest of tunes;
let me hold this feeling, still,
while the moon wraps around me.
Sing it again, sweet Angel.
Evermore is the breath
of this beautiful, beautiful song.
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Heaven on Earth
I am the the trees and the wind.
Two melted into one:
Body and soul
travelling the pink lace road
of heaven on earth.
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Write With The Wind
I cannot create unless I soften.
I cannot write with the wind,
I must become it.
I am the beautiful breeze that flows these words into the sky of all things.
Human is but a small part of me.
The blissful wind
I am
is the rest.
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Darling Day 25. Bliss
This bliss,
this quiet breath
that holds me
as I spin into the fabric of
all things.
This heart,
this hand that reaches for the sun
and pulls in close
the shining pieces
of a brand new
darling day.
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Naturally A Miracle
This body.
Graceful, strong, electric.
These senses unknown,
awakening with every glance,
every touch,
every moment of
this
enchanting
life.
Explosions of light beneath the skin,
and I am hooked.
And waiting for the next burst of sun
to explode
from within.
Naturally me.
Naturally a miracle
unfolding beneath the covers
of humanity’s eternal slumber.
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Heart And Soul
What a beautiful option.
To live.
With all your heart and soul.
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And So It is
Life is all the beautiful things.
Because my every day starts with a promise.
To shine up my heart,
and to just know that all the happy will find me.
And so it is.
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