Release

I don’t believe I can ever be whole And give myself, fully… Till I’ve cried the tears Of ancient pain, Flooding, cleansing Gushing like a river To the Sea And with that water Merging, morphing Releasing into Purity’s truth   Dear one, give yourself:permission to be realpermission to feel, and permission to heal…

The Waking Hour

Sweet innocence of the dawn – Here I am Untouched Without the distraction Of the day, and All those energies Twirling, pulsing So many different Competing pulls Obscuring the truth of the child within That child With a heart, so alive Knows just when to run And when to surrender When to give, and WhenContinueContinue reading “The Waking Hour”

Slow it Down

Today I’m nursing my first motorbike injury. Despite all my rides and hitchhiking habit, I’ve never had so much as a scratch before: and I’ve had some wild rides, including on a bumpy dirt road with two large backpacks and a ukulele, plus my driver and his bag. It’s nothing major; just a burn fromContinueContinue reading “Slow it Down”

Earth warrior

Through the mist of the dawn I hear your song Guiding me with your calling strong; Whispered on the breeze spurring me on To be the warrior to right these wrongs Though my body is weak and though my heart sighs You command me to wake you command me to rise I was born toContinueContinue reading “Earth warrior”

Wholeness

I wake, and I remember you; divine essence from a wistful dream’s calling And so I rise, shine in my truth from burnt shadow to flaming grace; I’ve learnt to sate that inner longing for another’s sweet, loving blessing; I’ve united with that love in my soul, with the collective heartbeat in mine * *ContinueContinue reading “Wholeness”

The Edge

You’ll find me, dancing Through the cycle of the seasons,Between the salt-laced fold of oceansAt the edge of Reason’s grip  Where in the gentle darkness;Beside the flames licking the firewood A whisper grows, a yearning turnsThe blood to honeyed-wine Then I’ll seek the giddy silenceThat spikes the music, with its notesOf melting snow, beggingFor the burnt touchContinueContinue reading “The Edge”

Onward Bound

I pack my things, to close this chapter; a door on all, I left behind. The nights I tossed in this bed as I witnessed my death, over and over; felt the vicious pain of a wounded mother, a sick child, and a lost father. But I took that hurt, I whispered it love andContinueContinue reading “Onward Bound”

Storm of the Ego

I watch you play In the shadows of my night When my body is weak From my heart’s fading beat You strengthen, and you fight With your desperate, angry claws Vying for attention To sate that hunger deep   But I see right through your pain I see the child there Crying out for loveContinueContinue reading “Storm of the Ego”