Tag: #surrender
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Swords & Flowers

It’s been a long walk To the house softness. I sulk, balk and talk.. Of extreme-unfairness To the sharp edges..Swords are safe hedgesFlowers are lethal truthSo strange, yet smoothI see the real form nowAs the veil lifts like a doveStill love the sword more Sheathed now by flower door
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Coming Back Home

I fell in love with the forest. In it my loudness was swallowed By the sounds of its morning creatures In it my too muchness was morphedBy the towering trees – 1000 years old In it my weirdness was adoptedBy the family of unknown species In it my treble voice was made chorusBy the billion…
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A Grand Feast

You want to give me attentionOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like coffee.You want to give me validationOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like sugar.You want to give me adviceOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like tea leaf.You want to give me painOkay, I’ll take it. It’s like chilly.You want to give me companyOkay, I’ll take it. It’s…
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Birthing One-Self

I am the good girl thatShunned her shadow &Was forced to kiss them!They tasted of pain & Grief & loss & hate & shame.It was my own AuschwitzWithin, desperate to holdOn to hope amidst theInvisible, internal torture ofThe Dark soul of the night.When I had learnt to cradleMy two year old wee self I was…
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Black & Gold

Like a volcano I can blow upIncinerating this earthSuch is the force withinBut a fine balance swingsBy the grace of divineOf this I am sure.In this intense heat,As I cook .. I keep tryingTo learn the art of notAsking how much longerDo I have to stay andWhen can I leave.As I sit silent & solemnIn…
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Cake, Autumn & Tea

Like in autumn treesLoose their leaves that Touch the earth & decay I loose parts of me That dissolve & fill My cup of silent griefThere are many graves Invisible but felt onWarm winter morningsShowing up like Unsolicited visitors At my thick door of silenceShaped like tears of various Size out it of nowhere And…
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Death On A Pale Horse

Like Hades with scepterGalloping a pale horseIt moves under my skinThis itch of discomfortOf not doing it all, Of not doing enoughMy mind feeds this Ugly thorn bush growingInsatiably, out of controlSuffocating my heartMy soul. Wrapping it inDark, despondent clouds;In which thrives theFear of not enough timeSpiraling my being ..Into a dark worm holeAn abyss…
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Beauty & The Beast

The dark soil I am buried inIs watered by the tears ofMy ancestors & old gods.I lie here listless & desolate For all glitters of this worldHold no shine anymore.I feel my heart scream Silently & my soul darkenYet my choice is this dungeon.This deep clod of earth Which holds me like a wormIs my…
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In Omnia Paratus

Dropped from pods of divineBorn through womb of our mothersWe grow on the backs of our fathersLearn to walk with our legsAnd words come to us from allMoulded by our teachersSeeking love, gaining scars, Pain & suffering chisel usLife happens to us for a whileUntil we gain eyes to seeAnd ears to listen to theVast…
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My Blue Maiden

Like the golden cloud puffOn a winter evening I am Soaked in the sunset huesI look down on the blue dotAnd wonder about her life This beauty far belowEnchanting, enticing, enamoringMy urge to reach for her growsAnd takes a life of its own..On which I have no controlThen I am pushed beyond myShape & form…
