Trusting Intuition

Looking through old photos

Seen with new eyes

An apparent wholeness of being

In two-dimensional minutiae

 

The aliveness projecting

From the pixellated print

Is an external reminder

Life’s a privilege, not a sprint

 

Savouring experiences

New lessons always learnt

A blueprint, perhaps?

Life can still leave you burnt

 

It’s a risk always worth taking

Sometimes a love becomes lost

By relinquishing control

There’s nothing left to accost

 

Trusting intuition

Seeing perfection in old flaws

Stepping into life’s purpose

No safety net, or guarantors

 

Looking back is only useful

If grounded firmly in the now

Or the image becomes distorted

A new tint added somehow

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.