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  • new time

    October 23rd, 2018

    finding a new rhyme

    a new time

    a new way

    with my soul

    my body

    my brain

    are learning

    ……….

     

     

     

     

     

  • Trust

    October 17th, 2018

    Trust,

    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
    burnt
    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
    Ever
    Ever
    Have to worry about a single
    Little
    Thing.

  • Ode to Oman (pt 2)

    October 15th, 2018

    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
    Home..?

    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?

    So
    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

    Oman
    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

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

  • Growing Pains

    September 11th, 2018

    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… 

    Nonetheless,
    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,
    Again
    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

    X

     

  • Musing today

    August 21st, 2018

    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

    Shine

    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

  • Heartspace

    April 29th, 2018

    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

    truly

    purely

    richly

    madly

    sanely

    are…

    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

    but

    may you never

    ever, ever

    quit

    on

    your

    heart

    . . . . .

    . . . .

    . . .

    . .

    .

  • Next Level

    April 8th, 2018

    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

     

     

     

  • Bones

    April 3rd, 2018

    Bones

    Are wise

    They keep

    The stories

    Embedded

    In timespace

    –––

    Flesh decays

    Matter fades

    Dust settles

    Bones remain

    . . .

    b. linder @zouldust

  • Elemental

    April 3rd, 2018

    Sometimes, I grow as seed;

    slowly, steadily, delicately yet deliberately

    Sometimes I grow as wave;

    back and forth, intensely or calmly

    Sometimes I grow as wind;

    whirling past, esoterically and seemingly out of nowhere

    And sometimes, I grow as fire…

    A single spark, lighting up into a forest in flames

    . . .

    b. linder @zouldust

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