I often try to bring myself into a practice of gratitude, and it becomes forced and mechanical, merely another task I have ‘to do’ before ending the day, listing things I ‘should’ be grateful for. Toko-Pa, one of my favourite authors, poets, mystics and guides, suggests to instead keep a Beautiful Things list for 30Continue reading “July 13: Beautiful things – Observing what is”
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Silence as prayer
Untangle the threads of the god-story. These threads have been keeping you knotted up in wrong places, stifling you into submission. And what does it take to be in this body fully with no story? All the shells of false belonging are cracked, all the skins of labels and definitions are shed. Your full surrenderingContinue reading “Silence as prayer”
there’s nothing that feels true anymore
Poems are stuck in me, my chest like a clogged pipe filled with words. I go to write but my words sicken me, coming out ugly and distorted. Everything that held me together is now meaningless. I hold desperately on to all things that were safe harbour before, yet I find no comfort in thatContinue reading “there’s nothing that feels true anymore”
Poiesis
I hold a world in me, big and scattered with parts I recognise, but mostly – I am a stranger to this skin, foreign feet feeling fully. To places that held me prior, I now struggle to belong. To worlds that reflected back parts of me, of who I was, I struggle to find anyContinue reading “Poiesis”
i sing over the bones
I am in a body that has given up. and the soul throbs with aliveness. I want to feel so muchand even words get stuck at the top of my headI am a ghost to my own belonging. This is the dawn of awakening. this is when I forgive myself I have been tired forContinue reading “i sing over the bones”
upward path downward flow
on my first day I go down to the riverask her to receive me. I am an unexpected arrival. God welcomes me in his miraculous ways: your upward path, my downward floware fixed by law divine. my task is to refresh your soulyours to discover mine.* a life of searchingfor god’s soul. on tree branches,Continue reading “upward path downward flow”
Frontiers
I can feel the new in my whole body – the changes and shifts of my inner membranes. My chest-cave expands with fresh breath. And how much is leaving just like a small death. The places that have held me demand their farewells. The hills that have been a home, paths that have a storyContinue reading “Frontiers”
I surrender to the Light
The soles of my feet seek soil, their daily prayer to find home. World and words move through me like mad. I can no longer pretend normalcy. I can no longer falsify my belonging to this world. A world that expects you to be smooth and straight and mechanical, a silenced square box. Sing aContinue reading “I surrender to the Light”
Conjuring Light
Body’s holding back and my dreams are soiled and world-ly. I pray for white dreams from the moon, pure and open as a sea shell, white as mother’s milk. Instead I dream of him and his face under me, a face I know too well and loved to my own small death and the dreamContinue reading “Conjuring Light”
It is done
You don’t know the story, but your body doesYou don’t remember what happened to you then, but your cells hold remembrance. Your task is this: allowing. The cords are in my belly, knots in the stomachclose to the heart, raw rigid umbilical that threatens to chokethese same cords you threatened to end yourself with whenContinue reading “It is done”
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