Control.
Lack of it.
Need for it.
Flight from it.
Control.
There will always be
hunger
for freedom.
Tag: Peace
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Brave Face
I walk the streets listening to music that makes me cry.
I suppose I will do this until I have made peace with my past and become all that I am in this moment forever onwards, but for now, this is me: and me feels achingly beautiful. Like snow.
To walk the streets in this way, releasing newly risen anger and pain, is the gasp for breath I’ve needed to take for so long. Was I holding my breath, all those years? What did I do with anger and sadness before I learned to tie them in a ribbon of apricot sun?
I am no different to the one who reads this. Each of us travel through childhood gathering scars we will carry for the rest of our lives, or at least until we face them. I am facing mine, now.
I am feeling the anger and the pain.
I am also feeling a greater love than I’ve ever known.
For the sweet little girl I was, and still am in many ways.
For the beautiful people who loved me. How they nurtured my softness, how they pained to see it tarnished by the hardness of the world.
This is the gentle home of me.
Please, come in, just the way you are.
May each day
bring each heart
a brand new shining sun.
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A Quiet Day
Today my heart is quiet.
And it knows deeply
that it has lived.
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Sweet and Quiet
The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs.
The essence of a strawberry.
The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree.
It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.
But it is my favourite place to be.
My favourite aspect of everything.
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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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A Great Land
I have lived in a great land
beyond time,
beyond name
beyond here.
Where the sun kissed my soul
morning and night,
and my days were surrounded
by honey pink flowers
and tangerine trees.
Sometimes,
I try to forget about that place.
The faded perfection of this world
never does compare
to the sweet milky sunsets
of my homeland.
Still, I visit occasionally.
Still, I suppose I always will.
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Resistance
When the wind whispers
into the bones of the trees,
it is calling to say:
‘This is life as it is.
And my breath will bend you
the way that it does.’
Resistance is futile
when you’re a tree.
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Neat and Tidy
She came in a neat and tidy box.
Most of them did.
Until they opened the box
and life began.
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Yayah! WOOT!
And just so the lot of you know:
THIS
will be the
BEST damn year
of
ALL
our lives.
(This blog post was proudly brought to you by the soul cleansing- complete and utter dork making- power of the full moon in Pisces.)
Yayah! Woot!
