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41/F/Sydney Unravelling the tangle in my head..
It’s a trap This dance you do The struggle subtly seduces you catches you, hook, line and sinker. You twist and tango with your soul’s Wildfire delight You take two steps backward And you loop round again and again. When will It end When will you release and receive Your heart’s truth? Bring it, Fall forward And repeat. No one’s evening listening And still you retreat. It’s a viscous ravishing of life’s wondrous feast, in and over and on itself, You starve, And you crave, And you want more of what you don’t have. And then the mirror reveals, That the more is already You just want it closer And That is where it lands. The step you must take isn’t a step forward, Nor a step back At all It’s an allowing
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Jul 11, 2023
Jul 11, 2023 at 8:22 AM UTC
Enraptured
Remember me The one you didn’t know you needed All woman, soft tender wet With curves that made you hard And drew forth your animal Remember my ocean Waters deep you dive into Liquid sweet to quench you Remember the fire That burned my resistance It burns still Remember The Phoenix woman rises Time and again She lifts you up For it is now your time To shine Slay those demons that pull you down Remove distractions and noise Allow the pressure to reveal facets of greatness you have yet to discover That I see so clearly Rise my beloved Rise Rumble with your terror, this beast of vulnerability, wrestle that bear to the ground And emerge victorious I will be here upon your return Nourished within myself, Empowered in my work and my life Ripe with readiness To feed your starving To nourish your weary To feast on mutual desire And remind you who you are
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Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
Remember me
Poetry, plants, painting, peace Swimming, singing, sauna Repeat Nourishing, nurturing Flourishing, furnishing Baking, booking, bedding, bath-ing Tickling, hiding, seeking, laughing Sitting in silence Walking in sunshine Barefeet on sand Coffee with friends Pick ups, drop offs playdates and parties Nights out, nights in Good friends and gin New moons and full moons A sky full of stars Cycles and circles Women and tea Poetry, plants, painting, peace Swimming, singing, sauna Repeat
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 8:34 AM UTC
Living the dream
I bumped up against someone this week and saw myself so clearly It made me run for the hills terrified of the avalanche The avalanche of emotion rumbling and rolling coming on fast Of feeling something other than pain and grief Of embracing life and being free again
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:45 AM UTC
Seeing me
He's slipping away. Slowly and all of a sudden. I lay with him hour after hour minute after minute as if we have all the time in the world and know that he'll be gone before I know it that his passing will pass in what will seem like a heartbeat. His life, his spirit are like cloth being pulled through my hands from an unknown source and no matter how I try I just can't grasp hold of it. I can't slow it down I can't grip it. I want to talk to him and share my feelings but he's not able nor is it appropriate for him to hear me or to comfort me. He is somewhere else now Somewhere between here and there And it is I who must comfort him. My eyes are raw, my head thumping My chest is heavy and sore from the full-body convulsions of grief-stricken, silent cries into the dark of the night. I can't sleep I can't think I can't meditate I drink wine I watch tv I cry I think about our daughter and my shattered heart breaks even more. I hold his flesh covered bones and whisper love notes in his ear through torrential tears. He coughs, holds his hand to his head, mutters something absurd and falls back to weird sleep. He is dying Right by my side It is the culmination of seven long years and so much fight. I've been here in my mind before but I've never been here before. How do you possibly prepare? and still I am prepared. But that moment, the one that is going to take my own breath away I'm not prepared and it's happening And then what? I don't want to think about it. No fuss, no fanfare Just grief. And people. Hugs and hugs. Is all I want. And then, there must be a celebration. For a life was lived In a most extraordinary way. And there is so much to celebrate about that. And life will go on, they say. I'm not sure how but I'm certain it will. And so I lay here And savour every last breath and sacred moment we have left together in these bodies and this lifetime. And I whisper, over and over again... I love you.
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 7:34 AM UTC
Slipping away
He's slipping away. Slowly and all of a sudden. I lay with him hour after hour minute after minute as if we have all the time in the world and know that he'll be gone before I know it that his passing will pass in what will seem like a heartbeat. His life, his spirit are like cloth being pulled through my hands from an unknown source and no matter how I try I just can't grasp hold of it. I can't slow it down I can't grip it. I want to talk to him and share my feelings but he's not able nor is it appropriate for him to hear me or to comfort me. He is somewhere else now Somewhere between here and there And it is I who must comfort him. My eyes are raw, my head thumping My chest is heavy and sore from the full-body convulsions of grief-stricken, silent cries into the dark of the night. I can't sleep I can't think I can't meditate I drink wine I watch tv I cry I think about our daughter and my shattered heart breaks even more. I hold his flesh covered bones and whisper love notes in his ear through torrential tears. He coughs, holds his hand to his head, mutters something absurd and falls back to weird sleep. He is dying Right by my side It is the culmination of seven long years and so much fight. I've been here in my mind before but I've never been here before. How do you possibly prepare? and still I am prepared. But that moment, the one that is going to take my own breath away I'm not prepared and it's happening And then what? I don't want to think about it. No fuss, no fanfare Just grief. And people. Hugs and hugs. Is all I want. And then, there must be a celebration. For a life was lived In a most extraordinary way. And there is so much to celebrate about that. And life will go on, they say. I'm not sure how but I'm certain it will. And so I lay here And savour every last breath and sacred moment we have left together in these bodies and this lifetime. And I whisper, over and over again... I love you.
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We agreed lets take some space to breathe But I can't breathe So now what?
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
Breathing space
Today I let you go.. again. Releasing the last remains of your physical body into your beloved ocean. It was time. And as I scattered your dust into the wind expecting to linger there with you for a while watching the patterns form on the surface of the sea a powerful rush of water came in from behind me and took you away.. so rapidly, so forcefully. An immediate affirmation. You are gone. And I go on.
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 7:00 AM UTC
Letting go..
If I did love you, I would have to open to the vastness of your universe, and breathe so deeply If I did love you, I would have to loosen the tight chains on my heart, and free fall   slowly If I did love you, I would have to allow the sultry song of your soul to flow through me If I did love you, I would have to embrace the emerging reality of my dreams expressed into being If I did love you, life could be a dance of joyful self discovery and healing
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Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
If I did love you