The pull of what was

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)

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

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

 

Life’s a continuous heyday

Rugs being pulled

Left, right and centre

There are changes afoot

Are you a stayer or frequenter?

 

Always open your eyes

No need to be scared

Some rules need rewriting

That way we’re prepared

 

You can’t stop life happening

There’s no second hand

Live life with passion

Just be you, understand

 

Humanity has potential

It’s written in plain sight

Simply shrug your shoulders

Tie control to a kite

 

Set free limiting mindsets

Know you’re always okay

Create unity in your centre

Life’s a continuous heyday

Workhorse

Her skin tires of the day

A mask of fumes and day old makeup

Containing only her physical form

 

Her mind and spirit parted

By societies control over time

Her heart seeking…

 

A non-refundable ticket

For an unreserved seat

Standing room only

 

She seeks refuge publicly

Sharing drinks, not words

Stuck in a neuron gridlock

 

Anxiety grips her conscious mind

Her unconscious unheard

Devoid of reason or purpose

 

Decisions governed by thought

Trapped by routine

Shrouded by programming

 

Nature and neon window dresses

Her busy, doing world

Loneliness forming a crowd

 

She sleeps fitfully

Her spirit whispering ideas

To her inner child

 

Suggestions, coincidences

Tap her on the shoulder

Turning, she catches her own eye

 

Allowing herself in

She removes the halter

And frees the grateful workhorse

It’s your hand on the door

Keeping to the path

So many involved

Pushing and pulling

Many issues unresolved

 

True nature; true purpose

Recorded, not filed

Consciousness the reason

No numbers are dialed

 

Allow life to unfold

Control is a has-been

Presence is this moment

In full view, yet unseen

 

Don’t long for approval

Accept that you belong

Step out of delusional fear

Know you can’t go wrong

 

Trust your autonomy

Have integrity in your core

Be honest with yourself

It’s your hand on the door