Thursday, 12 October 2017

Hands - The Epicenter of My Being

From the
tip
    of your
fingers

dancing

at the
    center
of the bud

all life
comes to
a stand //
      still

somehow
you radiate
the sun
           and
the moon
all at once

breath
barely
     escapes
from my
     lips

as they
   open up
to the touch
that is
         yours
and my
     radiance

Wednesday, 11 October 2017

Coming back to yourself - A Mantra

He ain't shit
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He 
ain't
shit
He ain't

Monday, 9 October 2017

Port Dickson

The dirty smudge
of water and jellyfish
along a grey shore

brings to the fore
of the mind the
image of oil spills
and debris.

But
how is it possible for
such dirt to give rise
to the glorious ecosystem
of schools of baby fish
swimming in the shallow
lapping of waves at your
feet?

The beauty of it
is unfounded - like
the baby inside you
that rests unborn.

Under Tall Palms

Under tall palms
the soft kiss of darkness
gives rise to
the type of
loneliness
that smells like
serenity

On Fear, Beloved

Fear.

The calling to
mobilise
the pieces of
our selves
that require
the most

comfort,
adoration,
respect,
tenderness,
fulfilment,
joy.

Both the catalyst
and the impediment
to a realisation
of wholeness.

Fear. Equates
no inaction.
Immob-
           ilised.

Baby, break
through, br-
eak thr-
ough, bre-ak
th-rough
it.

It is only a
calling of
you unto
yourself.

Tsunami of Love

When self-love
comes
expect a Tsunami

not a wave.
It will terrify you,

sweep you up
and
eventually

wash you
to
shore.

Monday, 18 September 2017

The Internet

Someone gave me good advice today. All I could think while she spoke was "of all the infinitesimal situations that comprise life, how could it be possible to extract a sense of what is right to do in any given moment?"  
I listened, and nodded, and cried. Willing myself - so hard - just to be able to retain what she said: 
"Try to find ... the ability to seek out... lessons from past situations... can teach... right for you now..." 
"The diagnosis ... you are confused... use the internet... support yourself." 
"We wait for the feeling to appear... move us into action... seeking... the action can give way to the feeling" 
I know I won't hold onto this. It's not in my nature. The lessons life teaches me surpass articulation and concretisation. Still in this moment there is some solace. A glint. The internet.