thanksgiving

with the aid of enough

air, water and light – seeds

sprout into a vertical lunge

in pale hope of growth; as

their stems bow and bend

towards the wind; in thanksgiving

 

old fears

the resurfacing of old fears;

tired ones you thought were

done; long entrenched in wells

of soil; buried with a sole desire

of purging it out of existence; it

breeds like a fire grown wild from

howls of wind; so cast these demons

out of me; before I too, fall to the sunken

shrubs of my knees; in utter surrender for

this white flag; a faint quiver in the storm.

treasure

this treasured ability you

possess; is in turn too; the

return of what consumes you.

 

citrus soak

citrus slices; floating in

a tub of water bubbling;

with salt sunken into it’s

shallow frame; oh what a

heavenly scent; this fusion

creates – savoury acid;

an ideal soak for this

evening’s despair.

 

 

strength in presence

i feel like awareness is important in cultivating our individual strength and endurance. not simply in the physical sense of building strength and resistance, or developing a stronger immunity. self awareness, is necessary in sitting with discomfort and pain. to try not to hide it or bury it; but rather an unspoken courage to remain in the knowing of it’s presence. to know that discomfort is there for this moment, it’s stinging, sharp, dulling, and nauseating existence. in the midst of head spinning vertigo, shortened breaths, quivering of shaking hands, clammy with sweat – this might appear to be not just challenging, but impossible – wishful thinking.

it is difficult; acknowledging it’s presence and saying ‘hey, i do not fear you, i’m not trying to shift. instead, let’s wait for you to pass when you’re ready’. this is something i can’t quite get the hang of yet, but it’s what i’m working towards.

focusing on it’s reoccurrence is seldom of much help – this only serves to instigate more worry and uncertainty into the future, which is not yet here. sinking into the depth of your discomfort will only seek to consume you. try, if and when you can to wander across the surface. in due time, steadying your mind with stillness – without trying to negate or distract yourself from the physical pinches. balance yourself on the level on which this pain resides. this may allow your thoughts to find a place, away from the anxious assumptions of what the future may hold.

bare ready

we are built on

beginnings – our

lives thirst for purpose,

sense, magic and

wonder. we skirt

around fantasies, stitching

possibilities across our

bodies, baring open

only these areas; dressed

and primed for judgment.

crumble

here, now –

crumble yourself

into fragments of

weathered trials.

burnt paper; into

the hands of whom

you love, strip

yourself clean, of

blame; your crosses.

bare open, the parts of

you, fit for gallows –

as you falter, hopeful

for acceptance.