energy
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Walled In
open, flooding the senses. “welcome” (enthusiasm evident) “come in!”. … dirty feet. … careless words. … roughness. … judgement. … neglect. why does no one see? —feel? ——-hear? ———–sense the damage. where is truth? where is the grace? —————————-hidden. time to close. walls go up — one —-by one ——-by one walled in.
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windows
looking out you don’t really see or feel. eyes blur. panes haze. a split second lasts days. breathe.
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Surrender
surrender came to me whispering … cruelty and pain; transmute them in your heart, allow them to leave … through your sweat, your convulsions, your tears. your blood will build. your bones will bear all weight. your structure will strengthen. constriction will cease.
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these wings
higher. higher. higher. in tandem or alone. little machines. things of fairytales glass-like starches and intricate veins deliver mosaics, light and thin as a crisp. strong. dreams spill out in wisps. elevate. hover. move in any direction you like – special mechanisms take you the highest. tiniest of helicopters, majesty of insects – you cruised…
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junk drawer
in her mind. everything just piled up. paths worn from room to room. her head burned thoughts loomed she wanted fresh air. she wanted her body not to be a trap. “limbs like wings” she grinned – why not not limbs like chains. milky nerves, supple brains she got locked onto things longing gave into…
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the angels are preening
I wrote this (and a few others) years ago after my brother died when I was in a lot of physical pain (a separate journey altogether). We, as a family, were fortunate to be with him -by his side, though many constraints were placed on us before this day. Constraints that still inspire anger in me. …
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born
Anything born out of fear has an undeniable birthmark. Insidious, fear will steal your true self, bury intuition and scrap your good nature. You struggle for sure as it grows … as it reveals it’s limited disposition, but keep it close just in case. It’s kind of a way out every time you give in;…
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she dreamed of antlers
Be mindful – a dream is process and premonition. Her skin broke at the crown. Curled under pines- sweet smells and needles, the bones kept coming to breach the usual space she held. Fed by velvet, they grew; best -nobody told them what to do. Breathing and alive they boasted of health and healing, strength…
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the strength of form | i ask Rumi …
The Strength of form Rumi says: Listen to this story: When the soul left the body it was stopped by God at heaven’s gate: “Alas! You have returned just as you left. Life is a blessing of opportunity. Where are the bumps and scratches left by the journey?” I ask Rumi … They say think…
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the ocean touches my tongue
The earth in its glory speaks to me -surrounding, following. Stepping only forward, my body brings with it the back and sides – morning sun, dirt, sky. “Brisk“, I state out loud. Working on that deep breath, I smile and look up. Cold wind soaks my eyes. they fill, then let go. My taut skin…