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Patience

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There was a gentle knock

on The Door.

Wasn’t ready to see,

to engage with,

The Tender Bits

in-side

nervously fidgeting,

worrying,

concerned

about what they were sensing

from the out-side.

Better to ignore

the knock

to scroll

endlessly;

much easier to delve

into other people’s lives

dramas, and belief systems.

Learning, staying informed

the justifications applied

here, now.

Judgement, the bile that arises

when the scrolling

finally

ceases.

Anger,

shame,

guilt,

searing self-recrimination!

Oh no, not this again!

Such utter waste of precious

time and attention!

Why so weak?!

In the midst of spiraling

into the familiar Abyss,

a faint voice

in the Wilderness,

Patience,

calling for restraint,

for kindness,

generosity

and self-compassion.

Breathe, she suggests.

Next time, perhaps,

see if we can just take

a slight look

at The Door.

Soft and Slow

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Memories,

cannot access many –

blurry,

scary,

unwelcomed

they are.

Better to keep locked deep –

for now.

The time may come

to visit certain memories,

one by one,

soft and slow,

well resourced,

strongly grounded,

begin to see

the memories differently,

to heal the broken Heart,

melt the frozen bits,

integrate it all,

emanate a clearer frequency.

dress rehearsal

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six years ago,

a dress rehearsal.

Fierce Grace,

it was,

though we did not believe so.

asked to slow down,

to be Still,

to go in,

we choose

to move fast,

to look out,

to go back

no matter the costs.

when will we learn?

what will it take

to grow up,

to repent,

to repair

all that has been lost?

a clock ticks,

a cliff awaits,

Earth, regenerates.

the remembrance

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came in a dream

last night, two words:

Stillness

Freshness

all that is recalled,

pieces, clues

from within

the subconscious Mind.

Stillness

conjures a Mountain,

the mighty Oak,

the Earth,

Wisdom.

Freshness

less somber,

lighter,

Innocence,

play.

Balance,

perhaps,

a message to take away.

Or, the remembrance

of a Truth

in a world

addicted to noise:

The Still

births

The Fresh –

always was,

always is,

always will be.

Rise, rooted

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nervous,
proceed anyway –
breathing,
praying 🙏
hands sweaty, voice trembling,
do it!
that thing
on your Heart
for decades –
perhaps even lifetimes.
the irritant in your Soul
that simply
will not
leave you alone,
begging you
to Rise,
rooted
firmly
in yourself,
your dharma,
your imagination,
in forces far beyond
your comprehension.

Luminous Things

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bright,

smart Beings,

they don’t stay

they inevitably fly away.

why?

what of the conditions –

the soil,

the ethos –

here, now

discourage commitment

inspire flight?

perhaps,

a misalignment of values?

a sense of directionlessness?

a desire for a bit more

stability and community?

all this and more,

trusting an instinct

to Go

Now

and explore.

Luminous Things await

on fear’s other side!

fifty-seven

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57 turns around The Sun,

over 700 hundred moons –

grateful, pensive

this year,

less celebratory.

Surprised 

– as always –

by the outpouring

of Love,

sweet remembering

amidst so much suffering.

Sitting in a Liminal Space,

I am

here

now,

at a Threshold,

change

yet again!

A new chapter,

a different field,

a call to Be

more of Me –

The Original Face

before all the conditioning.

A pull to follow

my unique BluePrint,

to keep spreading these

Considerable Wings 🪽

to Leap into the perceived

Unknown,

to risk all

whilst also remaining

somewhat

grounded.

Difficulty at the Beginning.

Yes!

Feel it!

Breathe it!

Choose

to Trust,

to Create,

to Live

without understanding Life,

to follow your Heart ❤️

annihilation

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death.

annihilation.

trans-formation.

no going back,

a time to grieve,

to let go

to let it burn 🔥

it – that which was

and can no longer

be

here

now.

a new identity awaits,

must allow the old

to gently fall away.

scared?

yes, petrified

standing

naked

at yet another Threshold.

where am I going?

where is my Songline leading?

skin shedding,

ancestral beliefs rising –

disempowerment,

unworthiness,

scarcity

the possibility of not living

to full potentiality.

that story ends

here

now

with me,

with fervent prayers,

with aligned community,

with Trust and surrender

day by day,

breath by deep breath,

re-leasing,

re-membering.