This is a poem dedicated to my grandfather, who passed before I was born. May the darkness become the light and in your stillness, may you dance. I’ve carried your dreams in me, a pocket full of seeds.For a long time, I was hungry, but this hunger belonged to you. It was you I wasContinue reading “Grandfather, open”
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the miracle we are seeking
Go to the edges. As with anything, the edges define, but we are not looking for any definitions. The edges hold the entry point – within. Start there: at the periphery of your longing; a small village of your desires has made a home in spite of the scarcity you harboured. Start there. * YouContinue reading “the miracle we are seeking”
I want to be alive with you
Within this pain, you’ll find the seed of its healing. If you’re ever lost as to what meaning your meagre life holds, look into the darkness of your days. Look into the eyes of the addictions, the perpetual disempowerment of self. There, you’ll find your gift. The core of your shadow will reveal the lightContinue reading “I want to be alive with you”
I take my grief to the river
In the light of love, there’s grief I take my grief and sit with itAnd in the light of grief, there’s grace I soften in all that is outside myself: storms of loss, patterns of sadness, a world sick and begging for help And in the light of us, there’s day trips that never happenedpoemsContinue reading “I take my grief to the river”
to live in a body of pain
I don’t fit well in my body, some daysmy body does not contain me, in ways it feels as if my body’s not minelacking in joy and what’s divine Like womb rejecting a coiled foetus, my skin rejects my belonging so I fill myself up beyond fullness, with longing testing the boundaries of expansion I want to love and learnContinue reading “to live in a body of pain”
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”
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”
Finding
It all began with a parsnip that was in fact an artichoke from Jerusalem – the birthplace also of jesus and god’s other son doubting its edibility. It began with a priest’s daughter, her heightened love of porridge and poetry. It began with slow progress and a dram of hope and too much rain. TwoContinue reading “Finding”
Still light
Words from the Winter Solstice 2022. The fire thrives when we tend to it with regularity. It strengthens itself from the spaces, space which might seem like a lacking, or a loss of some sort. But this space in-between is in fact necessary, space that allows for its unfolding. To burn like this requires theContinue reading “Still light”
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