Tag: voice
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How to be …
Lead with the body not with the head. Be 100% present to all that is said. Listen intently, follow the thread. Trust in the process, forge a new path ahead. Make friends with your life, play your trump card. Find your tribe, and love them hard. Hold them close, in high regard. Trust it’s safe…
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Can we talk?
How dare you call me, then talk all about you? Have you learned nothing after all we’ve been through? No questions or concern for my well-being. Just lies and self pity. expecting me to fix things. Do you ever stop, take a good look at yourself? Are you even aware of anyone else? Are you…
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Purposeful
Painful to see how compulsively I’ve driven myself, mercilessly. Sadness in knowing, allow gradual titration, from depths of despair, a positive disintegration. Squeezing myself through the eye of a needle. Stretched far too thin, a torture unimaginable. Like wearing a mask while perpetually juggling. Too many balls in the air, always compartmentalizing. Trying to maintain…
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Om So Hum
Meditate in the early morning, Greet the day as the sun is dawning. Welcome all possibilities appearing As light in the darkness, simply being. Meditation, practiced daily, Builds connection compassionately. Expansiveness, holding space lovingly, Fully trusting, surrender completely. Meditating late in the evening, Put down the day before retiring. Let go of thoughts, no controlling.…
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An Invitation
Accept invitations on offer each day. See all opportunities that come your way. Countless possibilities get lost in the fray. Walk the walk, not all talk! Choose to do as you say. Observe invitations as magical choices. A chance to look closer, explore, and get curious. Costly to carry on, eyes closed, oblivious. Blind to…
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I’ve got this!
I’m proud of you! So kindly meant. Sweet simple words, truly a compliment. But my mind’s on alert, to me it’s confusing – as foreign language it’s without meaning. Why would you say that? It wasn’t invited. What’s your intent? Vigilantly guarded. Still on my mind many hours later. Pin pricks of doubt what were…
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Learning to Feel: An Intro
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? I wanted discomfort, opportunities for growth. You challenged me like no other until I broke. I’m still so fragile, a vulnerable fledgling. Never tested my wings, please don’t push me out the nest yet… I have so many doubts. To trust is too risky. No one feels…
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Snippets:#1
I’ve been so busy no time to write. So here’s some snippets of thought that arise. My body feels broken, nerves jangled and frayed. Existentially in crisis, emotionally disarrayed. No rest for the wicked, merciless forward drive. Impulsively overcommitting, self-sabotage to survive. After times of expansion, contraction arises. To rest feels unfamiliar, but nourishment is…
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Stay
I met my inner child today, She woke with me and decided to stay. I felt her presence as my dream receded, I stilled my breathing, no words were needed. My awareness of her remained, peripherally, keeping rumination at bay, as she whispered to me. I took some time and slowly edged nearer. Not face…
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Yield to Overcome
Infinite timeless, effortless being. Glimpse of paradise, awareness elevating. Drinking in luxury of gifted moments. A precious pleasure, To savour empowerment. Of freedom, abandoning judgements of others. Answer to no one. We are stronger together.
To The Core 