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”
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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”
Two
Choosing the world as much as choosing it not. Always grappled with the in-between. Not quite there, in one fully or the other. Migrating like a bird, or swinging like a mad pendulum from one to the other. A neurosis of some sort, yearning for intensity in both. I want to feel it deeply, madly.Continue reading “Two”
Fools
how do you receive this rage without it burning through your skin without wishing for annihilation. my skin is made of hot dark coal I want to burn the whole world with my body. and when they ask where do you feel the pain? – i tell them the whole world hurts inside me likeContinue reading “Fools”
re birthing
when i crave for you most i find myself at sea this time i’m going in knee deep naked exposed to skin skin moistening into the sea bed like moss i am now a sea shell empty dry sand particles lodged between my toes i sink i go down with purpose salt seeps through theContinue reading “re birthing”
Lot’s wife
I am on the floor, by the fire. Spread out, being held by the hard floor underneath. The wood is crackling, popping. I feel my bones warming up, my feet are almost burning. I am seven years old. My father sits across – on his armchair. One night two men arrived at Lot’s door. InContinue reading “Lot’s wife”
before, i was dying
A chapter from my story towards healing I felt alive only when my blood would seep through with adrenaline: the numbing excitement, the buzzing of sensation through my body. It would be familiar yet always new, different – what will it bring this time? I constructed my life like an addict, ensuring that my nextContinue reading “before, i was dying”
Bardo
Show me the broken parts. The ugly. The cracks of your being. Show me where is the mould, the dampness. Show me where you are rusty, untouched. Show me the faults you hide well from view, the ones you’ve been hiding for such a long time. Show me the shame you carry on your palms,Continue reading “Bardo”
Patterns of light
I open to receive this Blessing fully, like a lotus flower blooming in emergence out of the darkness. My mind doubts whether it can contain this love wholly, still holding on to a grain of suspicion as to whether such happiness is tangible. I sort through the doubt with great precision like Vasalitsa sorting poppyContinue reading “Patterns of light”
Cacao blessings
I have been blessed to start my favourite month of October attending a Cacao Ceremony in a secluded beautiful house in nature. I was seventeen years old when I attended my first Cacao Ceremony, an experience which initiated my search for meaning and for a deeper connection to myself, god, nature and spirituality. It’s beenContinue reading “Cacao blessings”
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