Distortion

What is this world that has become so frigid icy and closed reporting the neighbour who stepped out of line because the laws were all wrong and forbade loving touch the stranger who yearned after too long alone for a tender smile to break down those walls peer behind the mask false layers of protectionContinue reading “Distortion”

Strength

is allowing yourself, sometimes to break down in tears let those rivers roll down to the sea without fighting the current of emotional release just holding yourself in your arms like a child accepting, without judgment noticing and, with love permitting the armour to dissolve till your soul is free

Hold Me Close

Oh the road has been rough at times tried and tested I’ve nearly changed my mind but with your love shining, strong and bright I’ve held on, oh so tight… feeling particularly grateful for all the friends and family supporting me on the road these days I’m sending a little love and good vibes acrossContinue reading “Hold Me Close”

Feminine Awakening

Tender, mellow call of the mystic’s dream is unravelling me in the pastel painting of this rising moon Layers of my soul are peeling back; all I know is unfurling as the blooming rose let’s go of her wild thorns And so I sing for the delicate balance of energies, pulsing swirling in my bloodContinue reading “Feminine Awakening”

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 real permission 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 WhenContinue 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 fromContinue reading “Slow it Down”