I believe in the unseen. In the subtle changes of the world, the hidden workings of god in whispers. I believe that at fifteen, I was cursed. From the foot of the Himalayan mountains. We imprint ourselves in the things, the objects, the cloths that cover our bodies, the beautiful ornaments that serve us daily.Continue reading “curse as blessing”
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soul within bone
Why do you rush to gift these soft lips to another before you have painted your own skin home? You seek so much to feel the textures of body yet your palms have no idea what your own bends like under touch. You search for music of another to fill so much but you’ve neverContinue reading “soul within bone”
I don’t know who I am anymore
But you do. Your anchors keep you in place. Anchors like these. The sound of chamomile tea brewing, nightly, sipping slowly silently in the threshold of another day ending. All is well. Preparing your favourite curry like a magician meticulously mixing her concoction – cutting the vegetables, fiercely, dropping the spices in with abundance. TheContinue reading “I don’t know who I am anymore”
Bleeding stones
You are five. Your father tells you he will kill himself. But not today. You listen every night, with an impeccable concentration, for any noise, any silent scream, muffled breathing, just in case. Not tonight. Until one day you pack this all inside you and stop caring – you’re older now, stronger. On the surfaceContinue reading “Bleeding stones”
done with this
rushing running like broken machines perpetually; the chase within, further away. silence is loud and unbearable we cannot stop. running. I am done with this. there is nowhere to get to. running ourselves dry into bare bone into skin into an old age lacking substance where is there to get to? the sweet dissolving intoContinue reading “done with this”
There is nothing of you in me
Where do you store this rage? This ancient anger that you stifled within. They were unable to hold her magnificence. Where do you store it? Deposited like small crystals of salt, or dark coal simmering. It is your body that holds it all: your grief and your exaltations – it is your body that isContinue reading “There is nothing of you in me”
Un ravel
A cloth unweaving – threads unravelling until it becomes something almost unrecognisable. I am unravelling too, dropping with intention parts and pieces of myself that I thought made me. Some days I feel that I am losing every concept of who I was, my body changes daily, the intricacies of my life metamorphose. Some days,Continue reading “Un ravel”
thoughts of summer and fatherlessness
Leave it up to the Moon, to give or take. To gift or strip away as She pleases. She knows better the story held inside your bones. Leave it up to the Moon, the building and the breaking down – the monthly shedding as parts of you fall and new ones grow. She knows betterContinue reading “thoughts of summer and fatherlessness”
For those that love too much – Part III*
*This is the third part of a story I began writing over a year ago to track my healing after a toxic relationship. Each part is what I felt at the time, what I thought and my progress in recovering from self-destructive patterns. Click here to read Part I and Part II. You are carryingContinue reading “For those that love too much – Part III*”
i change shape daily
the forest changes daily. winter – Her bare bones barely holding. And now, summer, the paths have narrowed in bloom with aliveness. Every morning, the Body of Earth changes a little: not even a second of stagnancy or doubt shadows Her surface. And just like that, our Body too mimics the movement of the EarthContinue reading “i change shape daily”
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