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Poetry

Deep Ones

I choose

this kind love.

These stars in the trees

beyond the river’s glowing fog.

This heaven that slips through

the layers of my humanity.

Life

is precious

to the whispering

deep ones.

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Poetry

Stars

How beautiful,

to discover the stars

one precious night

at a time.

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Poetry

Pieces of You

There is a darling softness

here in the heart.

A softness that holds my love for you

and all the times your smile

held me in safety.

I will miss you, always,

in the quiet.

My heart has grown into

so many pieces

of you.

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Poetry

Divine

I will always be

the divine love

that is

us.

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Life

Quietly Contemplating

I’m an explosion of heart. Tender and soft, especially of late. Quietly contemplating, missing the people I love, whispering a subtle question to the world of nothing around me.

Where am I going, and who am I? So much of me has become new. It is a sure sign that there is no fixed identity, as much as we cling to who we think we are and tell our stories until well beyond their used by date.

I nurse a quiet hope in my heart that, someday, I will have crossed a bridge between not knowing and finally knowing life and its meaning.

Life is a journey, this much I know.

Life is a teacher, of this I am also certain.

This understanding is, in itself, a beautiful thing.

Can I let go fully, though, and allow life to happen effortlessly, and without a care?

I ask the small voice of my heart, and she smiles in response.

I know nothing of what that smile means.

Not yet, anyway.

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Poetry

A Little While

There is silence

where the gaps are.

Weeping holes

in a persons soul, for life,

or just,

perhaps,

for a little while.

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Poetry

In The Gentle Woods

It is the depths that call me here.

It is the silence

and the bells

of yesterdays wish.

Let there be now.

Let there be this walk alone

in the gentle woods.

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Life

Pure Bliss

It is a softness that becomes me, and I am gone.

Lately I am understanding more and more about this mysterious creative force that takes me, and yet, truly, I understand nothing. I know it uses me in ways I cannot comprehend. I know it takes my body and dances me.

Makes me write, makes me draw, makes me love.

It is Devine.

It moves within me, like the wind.

I saw the new Avatar movie, recently. It made me smile, because I recognised me. A girl who feels the world, who knows the earth, who breathes its song.

I suffer greatly for my sensitivity, at times, but it is also my greatest gift. My sweetest home.

To create is to live a life of pure bliss.

I cherish this soft, sweet wind.

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Healing

Healing Pieces

They were tears like rain. The sort of rain that brings your soul to life as you feel it hard and cold on your skin. Refreshing. Beautiful and nourishing, were those plentiful tears of mine.

I was meditating. It was early afternoon and the baby was sleeping. I’d set the intention to heal my heart, and to clear whatever stuck energy might be blocking me from achieving my highest purpose in life.

I still don’t know what the exact blockages were/are.

But I know that by the end of the meditation, I understood why several of the most heartbreaking things that have happened in my life had to happen. And that they had to happen so that not only I would grow in love, but also, so that others might grow in love, too.

Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard? Firstly that this sort of divine intelligence lies within the very skin we wear. But also, that even the bad things in life serve their specific purposes for the good of universal evolution.

Of course, I could have been making it all up.

Of course I could have been.

But the tears that smashed down my neck and the knowing smile that lit my whole being told me otherwise.

We are a tapestry. Not one of us leaves the quilt without touching another.

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Poetry

Love and Pizza

I firmly assure you.

Love

is all

there is.

Stop mucking around

and get on with it, world.

The pizza tastes better, there.