Trust the ground,
She is not the one who hurt you

Trust the ground, she has your feet solid…
Her support never fails you who
kiss the earth where you walk,
By the hour you venture forth
and thank her
For all those miles she carried you…

Trust the ground fertile
old or fresh

Trust the ground, life
the abundant
still, steady she grows,
Usually wild,
Sometimes kept together
rarely shaking
Almost never…
Only ever when pushed by the laws of man or time

Trust the ground always means well
Trust she sacrifices her body for you a hundred thousand aeons over and over again
still counting
Trust the ground to give you all you need and you will be bountiful,
Trust the ground as you trust your soul
As you trust the trees whispering her message
And the fruits you get to devour as a result
Trust you can receive because you can give,
And you do,
And you will,
And then love her back,
The way you are,
The way she was created,
The way of compassion

In return,
You will never
Have to worry about a single

Ode to Oman (pt 2)

A land of scents potent
A land of air gentler
And less amicable
At the same time

Depending on the hour
Depending on your reflection
Depending on  your sense of spirit, state of heart

So much gold so little safety
So much expression so little freedom
So much purity in femininity
So little space for womanhood to breathe
And the path for strong men set straight
As if he, he and he are all the same?

What happens to the bird once set free?
How can man think she will return to
Her capturer
As she was,
Fast as can be?

He may be born and act in good will…
But must know,
Must sense, know, inspire that
Trust Is Not Regained Overnight

And Love is not a prison
Love is not a contract
Love is not an obligation
Ancestry may be set in stone
But the kin you choose isn’t

There is a heart still beating
I can feel it from afar
Forgotten by all other lands
A pulse of spirit and dignity exists there
This country of my dreams, my first years, young eyes yet I felt
It was not new to me

It is loyalty
It is generousity
And some of your secrets
Still untainted…
Remain so sacred
They can only be spoken in silence
Through eyes seeking nothing out of the other
Only giving
Because this land knows
The eyes are the window to the soul
And one cannot reach another
Without one’s permission
To mutually connect
In the deepest of reverence and respect…
The price when overstepped
Is never forgotten

It must be healed

Richer in the things that make life beautiful
Also in the things that make life unjust

You’re a fire flower
Those who have sought without greed, have seen,
Those who have listened to, know

I wish to set you free
I wish to return your love to you
After all that you gave me

I seem to have never left
I never forgot our mission
I feel your beat

Growing Pains

Growing Pains…

I thought,
‘maybe sometimes
your core has to be shaken
so you know exactly where it is’

‘maybe sometimes
you have to compromise your heart’s truth
so many times you forget how to be you,
so you can know how to be whole again’…

– your whole you

I am 24 yet grey with exhaustion at compromising my being…
People I love most, I’ve had to try my hardest
to distance myself from

because in my times of transformation
when I am as a caterpillar, butterfly-to-be:
what exists in my incubator – that space that is supposed to be safe and sacred –
forms the butterfly that I become…
and therefore, what I allow into this space,
I have learnt the hard way, must be the stuff of gold, must be the stuff of
My heart, my soul, my bones, my marrow, my truth… 

so many times before a growth spurt,
I entered the incubator thinking I was safe
and I shed and shed layers, turned naked in the dawn of a new day,
changed and grew…
I found the tiny walls around me have all sorts of coding and letters for my new self,
but none of them mine!
but it was too late to go back then, the new skin had already started to appear, my old clothes were gone and
my instinct to be held, to share my whole self, allowed them in to decorate those fertile walls and ceilings of my growth chamber…

& so me, the child empath, the teenage seeker, the mid 20’s mystic,
Looked up to see all these words, and as my body changed before me,
I adopted them into my mind
Into my journey, into my heart….
(They thought they meant well, but when would adults understand, they did more harm than good entering my progress,
when would they understand, I had what I needed within?)

Newly awake, eyes blinking at the daylight,
I got to a crossroads and there was before my eyes
to the left – Heart and to the right – Mind.
I took the right Mind’s path, and this is where I slowly left my heart,
waking up a person further away from herself
than before this supposed grand metamorphosis began

So here I was… as it were,
the decisions made, weren’t mine anymore
the building grounds and structures that had begun to make up my reality
were drawn by invisible hands, foreign voices,
and as I watched each new day come and each new brick being layed
(by me!)
I found I had forgotten whose house it was…

There was a sense of sorrow
although I’d forgotten what it was I mourned?
Until one Spring day it all cleared and at the door was my true self,
and she was knocking, wondering, when would I be done with all of these lessons that weren’t mine to relearn? When was I going to let her in,
give up the illusions,
and live my life?

Since then, for a good couple of months now,
I have wandered in search for the next road to heart, to home,
straying somewhere between my Right Mind and Left Heart
Looking for tools to pave brand new road with when I reach those places where
the current path ends and only bushland lies ahead
Following this path, I can be myself, my whole self,
my mind and heart can merge,
and I can exist on my terms.

I think it’s gonna take some time,
To find my footing again,
But it could be very soon
that I find a clear view ahead again,
A viewpoint thru the shrubbery
a place where the dust clears, and I will stay there for a while

I will continue to pave my road,
and find familiar footing where there is a path
to release and let go and build anew
a sense of willpower to carry out the work I was meant to
and a safe space for the children of this world
who know.

I have begun this journey home, and even though it may be
unchartered territory,
I have my soul bearings telling me this way is deeply familiar,
this intuitive way
of my heart,

& I Will Not Compromise My Core,
No matter how much love
I have for those who don’t yet understand

I thank you
For everything you gave,
They are many wondrous gifts
And I wouldn’t be here without you

But I’ve got my own functioning legs now;
I am fine walking on my own,
And I don’t need to be carried as I once did
So I send you my love, it is always there
And for now, walk my way
Knowing, one day, we will be able to wander hand in hand,
Not swaying the other out of order



Musing today

Musin today

On the nature of my journey

My aspects

My facets

Allowing myself the forgiveness

Of lost dreams, I didn’t know how to create

Or places I went or remained,

despite feeling far from home



The understanding of why I’ve been drawn, alike seaweed, in different directions of the waters’ currents —> by both mind and heart, it was all to bring me here.

To this place of

Yes, mild confusion,

but also great versatility and a profoundly wide scope of experience —> inner and outer travel, pursuits and mishaps



A deepening trust of where it is I have meandered so far

What it is I have learnt

How it is I have evolved [or not]

And what parts of myself

I am to breathe life into, in the future



The multidimensionality of my being

Has always been the greatest gift & instrument for lovepower ::: Not always easy to handle

I had to tune in and out of it at times, to be able to ’just be a kid’, ’teenager’, ’young adult’, and heck, human.

Now, I have arrived to a place of merging, integration

Of my being

I am not done, I am not full grown, but I am complete in this moment in time

Yes, still some sadness, regret left

For all the times I didn’t love myself


Stand in my truth

And dare do what my heart told me to

But… nonetheless, I hold

A vibrant, wild, fierce hopefulness, gratitude… and excitement

For life

For future

For myself

and my brilliant co creatin friends


Speaking the language of trees and stars, oceans and animals but still learning how to do this humankind, kinda thing… ’S always gonna be interestin


whatever you’re in right now

whatever you are facing

wherever you are

–– know this;

your beingness is the medicine you seek

by your resolute rooting,

and refusal to be anything less

than who you actually







you are saving the world thru your heart ––

one step,

one breath,

one day at a time


you may surrender

you may let go

you may drop all weights

off your shoulders


may you never

ever, ever





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Next Level

It’s spring.

I’m moving lighter, dreaming wider, acting brighter
Speaking clearer and rising stronger,
After a long wait soul-side, I am stepping up,
Integrating my potential in a more powerful way than ever before
An energy which has been so inconsistent in my body
I am joining forces with the whole truth this time, yin and yang,
Reawakening to a higher state once again,
And this time I am not lost. I am not weak. I am not inexperienced.
I am bringing it down,
Into the earth, into my bones, into me
Aligning to pure
Ready for next level,
Next level truth
Next level being
Next level