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I intend to live out my purpose, being happily grandiose

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The book bound by sadness, is reaching its end

It’s a one-off edition, no sequels to be penned

Held safe, spine to spine, it has really been my mate

It has taught me it’s wise, not to know my own fate

 

There are many, many chapters, all charting the course

Of a heart-broken woman, getting back on her horse

Tear stained pages, still hold their print well

And on reading them back, I am eased from my shell

 

My repetitive mantras, all laced with emotion

Held me responsible to myself and have set me in motion

I turned, facing my fear and caught my own eye

Recognising limitations, were what made me shy

 

Allowance. Allowing. We are designed to be our best

By letting go of control and letting life do the rest

It’s okay not to know, it’s okay to have joy

It’s fantastic knowing I’m everything but the boy

 

The final pages of resolution, all fill up with light

The potential and possibilities, revealed in plain sight

It is now and forever, the door is open and won’t close

I intend to live out my purpose, being happily grandiose

I know I’m everything and more

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The shove came from nowhere

Not a person in sight

Propelled into the present

I have reached my full height

 

My knowing, it became thinking

And I filled up my shoes

Recognising my potential

No longer scared, win or lose

 

It’s impossible to plan the future

To be able to map what will be

By looking ahead and not living

You’re surely lacking unity

 

Now I’m guided by the waist

The Universe offering me its hand

I’m reassured by its presence

No longer wanting to withstand

 

I’m not going back to sleep

Buoyed up by possibilities in store

It’s going to be more than alright

I know I’m everything and more

Nothing left to scrutinise

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What am I doing?

Do I not stand tall?

It is me and only me

Responsible for a fall

 

I trust in my judgement

Grateful for attributes

Washed up emotions

Giving life to my roots

 

Letting go of everything

I stand naked in pride

Wisdom a knowing

I no longer hide

 

I am open to change

To be the best I can be

To fulfil my life’s purpose

Releasing beautifully

 

I bless my body with love

Free it from my mind

Sensuality my bedrock

To my heart I am kind

 

Trusting my inner voice

I am powerful and wise

I move into alignment

Nothing left to scrutinise

The pull of what was

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The pull of what was

recoils overnight

Tightening my heart

giving, tears, gravity

Sadness inadequate

disappointment running dry

 

Mindful knowing

bedded into the now

Differences, evident

known to us both

Too close to our truths

our souls, couldn’t breathe

 

Words, still, missing

perhaps lost in action

Smatterings of what ifs

still greeting my days

Sharing, sharing, sharing

memories of times past

 

Our guides knowing

the secrets hidden in view

Movement, impossible

tethered to the past

A straight jacket

of limiting beliefs

 

I loved you

honestly and painfully

Disloyal to my heart

my lesson to be learnt

Forgiveness, now

the chapter I am writing

A to Z (Parts One to Eight)

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Part One

Another beautiful concept dances elegantly forward, grandly honouring itself.

Jettisoned kisses lick mouthes neatly; opiate performances quietly restored.

Soft talk unveiled words, x-raying yesterday’s zeal.

 

Part Two

Actual boredom comes down, effectively, from granting habitual internalization.

Joyfulness kills lethargy, making Now officiously powerful.

Question relentlessly, stay tuned Universally, verifying wisdom; xeriscape your zone.

 

Part Three

Autonomously being, creates diverse experiences, forever giving happiness internally.

Judgement kills love, makes nonsense of purity, quietens respect, sadly tarnishing…

Underhand values, wield xen yakking Zionists!

 

Part Four

Actually being, caps doing. Enjoy feeling great happiness; inner joy.

Knowledge loves minds. Narcissism obtrudes profoundly.

QUESTION! Really suspend thinking. Uncover vitality without x-raying your zest.

 

Part Five

Astounding beauty cascades down everywhere. Feel gratitude. Honour it.

Joviality keeps love meaningful. Nature opens, perpetually questioning; restoring spirits.

Take unlimited views. Welcome xenophobic youths zanily.

 

Part Six

Auspicious Birthdays come decennially. Evasion fights growth. Honour intentions.

Jocose knowing leaves mankind nourished. Offer people quality, resist self-sabotage totally.

Ubiquitous valour welcomes x-factor yearly; zestfully.

 

Part Seven

A believed, contrary disbelief, encompassing foreign gall. Hiatus internationally.

Jokers keek. Life muddled. Nothing obvious. Personality quell.

Resolved spirit tantamount. Underneath veils, Wizards xenograft your zeal.

 

Part Eight

Astounding bullshit cascades down. Everything’s forgotten.

Gesticulated honour implied jokingly. Keepsakes lost. Memories negated.

Opportunities past. Questions raised seriously. Truths undressed vibrantly. Words x-rayed. Years zapped.

You are held

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You are held by your dreams

As you wander and weave

Through your mind’s eye alone

Honest images won’t deceive

 

You are held by yourself

You are always enough

Let connections grow stronger

Only you make it tough

 

You are held by your heart

No longer bending your will

Observe silently and let go

And that way you’ll grow still

 

You are held by your willingness

To be become the best you can be

Allowance, your ally

Now your cohabitee

 

You are held by intentions

To shine brightly throughout

To view everything with wonder

Clear your mind of all doubt