Framing life

Trickling with gravity,
Pointed levity,
Beautiful curls,
Dancing swirls

The route of least resistance,
Carving worldly magnificence,
Laying memories of times before,
Releasing energy into lore

Measured reaction,
Swirling currents into contraction,
A mirror for the world,
Greater as unfurled

Swathes, stillness plain,
Flowing to effervescent planes,
Rings around rungs,
Three being fun.

La nuit

Dim lights blend into the background. A cascading cacophony creates to serve a taste of velvet. In and over, the day’s tone follows a rotation, glimpsing sweet victory. Faint reflections, glancing from the corners of their eyes, sparkling and noticing the vibrance within.

The endlessness of being

The golden light cascades forward,

Creating a moment of fleeting tranquility.

The space created is sacred and pure,

Interrupted by the noise

and thunder of life passing by.

The shining light

like a watchful gaze

allows dancing shadows and reflections.

Figures and stories exist in the alcoves,

Contemplating the pattern.

Here we sit and walk

as silent music waits in the background.

Let go

Circles and cycles
Each part has its place
Puzzling to no end

No holding on to bad edges

Goodness lies in allowance
Create space for momentum

Denying truth is forceful tension
Don’t let it build and distort

Just accept and let go

Reclamere

Living truth
Clear away storms
Growing from the center within
Gently fighting for self
Source of pure energy
Burns away the unwelcome presence

Be

Waiting

Not every opportunity should be realized,

Not every relationship should work,

Trying to force it creates a tension,

Ultimately leading to an unhealthy dynamic,

If it’s meant to work, it shouldn’t feel like work,

If it’s worth it, you’ll feel worth it,

Don’t settle for being treated less than you deserve.

Chronic pain, relief

Push against the visitor,

It’s constant appearance unwelcome,

Returning in expected moments,

Greet it and know that it will leave,

Each visit dismisses it again,

Don’t give the expected reaction,

Lessen the connection with the unwanted,

Know that it will drift away.

Observation

Separate and dispassionate,
Rationally and consistently being,

Allowing and permitting repetition,
With no reactionary change.

Set a new intention outside of the pattern,
Freedom is found by invitation,

Be above and within to embrace change,
Denial only strengthens the challenge.

Repress-ed

The body seeks relief of a feeling,
Circumstances will create themselves.

Cycles manifest centering conditions,
Never ending without full release.

Some expressions can be distracting,
All they do is continue the cycle.

Powering demand for acknowledgment,
The feeling grows in strength.

The conscious mind tries to create reasons,
Giving untrue explanations for the feeling.

The unconscious continues to feel it,
Getting more and more angry with the self.

Acceptance of the truth of the moment,
The only way to be free.

The toughest untruth to let go of,
Is the one most repeated and committed to.

Death dancing

The curtain is rich and deep,
Hiding the gears and works behind.

The players on stage taking action,
Flowing for love, loss, triumph and tragedy.

All given meaning by the stage,
Never knowing the audience watching.

The wall between a veil of exploration,
Creating space that the curtain takes.


Knowing that the curtain will fall,
Gives the players reason to be,
To create light before the dark.

Release

Snap, twist, groan, thaw,
The tension eases itself,
Spring life from absence.

Knowledge then wisdom,
Experience leads to awareness,
New space for growth to flow.

Tearing is pain foolishly chosen,
Let go to find peace,
Walk away to find freedom.

Forgiveness

My energy was changed by what happened,
I was affected in a way I didn’t understand,
Hurt and changed in a way I couldn’t process.

I am strong now to see it through,
I accept what is and what was,
I can transcend this effect to heal myself.

The cycle has been observed,
The repetitions of the trauma recognized,
The shadow self is angry and hurt no more.

The true self has recognized the memories,
Trapped beneath the surface of my reality,
I am what will be and become what is.