Delicate strands of desire curl lovingly but fleetingly
Within neurons that spark shattered dreams
Wisps lost to daylight and the hustle of morning
Recovered in sensuous sensation, a poem tasted
On tempted lips, tracing words with my tongue
My soul ablaze, memory flushes, mind and body
Ripe with creativities muse as she dangles her feet
Skipping toes in deep waters, quenching souls
With her laughter and delight, skipping stones
Across eons, the twinkle in her eye, a star violent
With life, vigorous, alive and ready to surge
Through sluggish neurons flushing them with life
I have been indulging in a little Wuji Seshat Nibada today and felt this tidal surge…
The sun didn’t shine on this your last morn. But the sun has kissed your skin many times and you didn’t wake really, day grew around you as you gently gathered your loved ones and your last breaths, peacefully easing yourself free of pain and discomfort. I have a sense of your particles released, dispersed back into the world, finding your beloved places, nestling near those you love and perhaps those you did not to ever nudge them gently more toward your way. And the spring rains fell, the world crying then smiling and laughing, like the birds dancing in the rain. It was the perfect day for your passing. Death in the face of the bursting beauty of springs rejuvenation as we all imagine you off dancing toward your next adventure.
Farewell my dear friend.
A beloved leaves this world and I must repost this poem in honour of his journey (give the ear parcel a chance, open it in another tab watch the first few moments then read the poem, I am unapolgetically scandinavian even if my beloved friend is a lion; David my Lion this poem is for you)…
Leave the familiar for a while.
Let your senses and bodies stretch out
Like a welcomed season
Onto the meadow and shores and hills.
Open up to the Roof.
Make a new watermark on your excitement
Like a blooming night flower,
Bestow your vital fragrance of happiness
Upon our intimate assembly.
Change rooms in your mind for a day.
All the hemispheres in existence
Lie beside an equator
In your heart.
In your thousand other forms
As you mount the hidden tide and travel
All the hemispheres in heaven
Are sitting around a fire
While stitching themselves together
Into the Great Circle inside of
Khwāja Shamsu d-Dīn Muhammad Hāfez-e Shīrāzī
(*such dignity!* – errant)
image courtesy of Kijani_Lion
Daily, I struggle in this world of narcissists and the ignorant. I am not perfect, no where near such. But it would be an absolute pleasure to hear realism expressed. When I ask you: ‘How are you doing?’ and you say; ‘yeah, I’m good”. When what you really mean is: ‘I really don’t know, things are pretty rough right now’. We are all living in some kind of fantasy… every day is exactly the same the same when we are are in reality seeking something else. But we keep behaving the same way, pushing our fear down enough to exist but not enough to become more than we are.
It owns us.
Freedom is not simple.
Challenge the gods within yourself and choose to believe…
but, is everything around you exactly as it seems?
Is who you see in your reflection too hard to see…
That is where we start.
Looking in the eyes we see daily.
Loving them, no matter what.
No matter what.
Love them, no matter what.
No matter what,
image courtesy of Michel-Lag-Chavarria
Ear parcel: Gods gonna cut you down
I dreamed last night that one that has passed was still with us and that one that is passing was angry. I cannot assist either, except to love them both. To accept them both and offer to hold their souls.
Image courtesy of bliXX_a
Ear parcel: Nine Inch Nails, Something I can never have
An autumn leaf
Turns from cooling sun
Hopeful of survival
Against seasonal odds
Brace against the embraceable
Contain the essence of self
Protect against harsh influence
Survive beyond thirst
Beyond potential comfort
Cling to breath
images stolen from the internet
Tonight the blushed sky is bruised
Pregnant with spring’s moisture
Full of hope and vibrant bird song
The hemisphere reawakens
Words errant satiety image courtesy of kirawinter on deviantART
“Our image of perfection is the reason we reject ourselves – the way we are – and why we don’t accept others the way they are.” Don Miguel Ruiz
Attaining ‘perfection’ is a perpetual journey. Yet the word perfection is misleading and a potentially devastating trap. The quote; ‘Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without’ highlights that there is no perfection without flaw. It suggests reaching for the most magnificent version of our selves while knowing the flaws; the ‘negatives’ help to create a whole version of ourselves. The concept of perfection can be a falsehood that leads us to constantly feel lacking or not good enough. It potentially denies our core self by seeking to uphold an image of perfection. Whereas attaining holistic balance is a very real and honest process of being, or rather becoming. This describes an active process of growth and attainment where we accept ourselves as we truly are yet seek growth. Our flaws lead us to growth. I see no separation between light and dark, no duality only unity with moments of friction and dissonance providing room for change within our selves.
The first time I read the diamond with a flaw quote I was stumped by it. A humble yet perfect pebble seemed a greater achievement than something ‘grander’ but flawed. I soon found that maintaining perfection was dissatisfying and limiting, I ached for challenge and growth. I was exhausted by the constant effort to avoid my flaws in order to appear the humble perfect pebble; always happy never discontent or hurting. Yet when I embraced my flaws and moved through the discomfort of facing them I became something stronger, more durable, more beautiful and more real. Diamonds are formed through high temperature and massive pressure, this process creates the most durable and beautiful gem on the planet*. This process suggests discomfort. Humans tend to shy away from discomfort or suffer through it by rejecting ourselves because we are not perfect, but through accepting ourselves and gracefully working on our flaws we attain love for ourselves not self-inflicted suffering and rejection. Then we become open to the possibility of a greater version of ourselves that can live in the moment, without the devastating and painful voice of the inner critic shaming us, and we can shine bright like a diamond.
Image courtesy of cichutko on DeviantArt
* India is the place where they were first thought to be mined perhaps 6000 years ago and they were revered as religious icons.