Give her permission,
Have the power
In her wavy dress,
to hold the reins
Of a mighty dragon
Defying the wind
With a sword
Commanding with the heart made from fire.
Only when the dragon would lay down
On soft and nurturing soil
Under tree fern leaves reflecting little waterdrops,
She would lay down with him, calm,
Earth wind metal and fire
Finally at rest.
B.C.
The flickering sounds of the fire in stillness
burning away the willfulness
floating On the holy river
like drop of water in the ocean
One falling into the One,
echoing the encounter,
Spreading stillness in the circles.
One falling into One.
The silence of potential,
What I feel
is unclear,
can my experience turn into exponential?
feeling Unity within
the connection becomes real.
I know I am here,
My body can dance out
This mess
Unknown to my words to express.
The dissonance between things
sways with the lightness of being
what more am I seeing
further from limitation blinded before by believing.
On the bar codes of consciousness
Falling like drops from the sky
I surrender my resistance, my control, my illusions
Less judgement – more trust
With open arms embracing a stranger
To feel welcomed
Body reassured
Relaxing into wonder.
Loving with opened eyes
Laughing with opened chest
Embracing with joyful heart.
As a gift to myself to my upcoming birthday I have asked my friend Claire who runs a writing temple, a kahuna therapist and lover of poetry to guide me through some inspiration for new writing.
We went to a beautiful garden (the photo above Claire took) and this is the writing from this day:
The family came picking up chestnuts and the girl picked one up and said: look what I have found! The chestnut opened and there was both a spiky shell and the fruit inside.
One tree leaning towards other, the other ones branches reaching to the one next, yet it is very clear they are two of them, shaping the window of possibility and openness.
The bridge, soft and rounded fence,
Gently resting in front.
Thank you for the warning, it may come handy some day, but today is not the day.
That day came when she realized she was lit,
That with being lit, she is living her purpose.
Together with the flame, the candle gave light where they were placed.
The flame needed the candle to rest there burning, the candle needed the flame to give light.
(B.C. 04.09.2024)
One of the continuous workshops I attend annually is In Pursuit of Authentic Self.
When i started this work i thought, why would one do a workshop with same title every year?
But in consistency, there is growth and taking note of growth.
We are changing all the time, evolving doesn’t stop. There is shedding off the limitations and gaining inner power in being more of yourself. Knowing yourself and loving yourself more with all there is.
On one occasion on this growth I have written this poem. Pls read it in a way of understanding that this doesn’t mean “here brilliant, done that” it means what i was able to process heal, i have integrated and then continue.
What is on the surface and what is in the depth
Become one
Integrated in all of me.
What is it the parts that I am leaving out
Like someone drawing a self portrait
And doesn’t notice he didn’t draw his ears
Or neck or brows
What I am not noticing that I am leaving
out
Which part of me,
Has vowed to burry so deep that I forgot it
ever existed?
Whenever there is a burial
There is a leaving behind
There is a sorrow of aolean scale
“You” brings in the myxolidian scale, the
joy.
The new soul, reborn, integrated in true
nature
Seeing myself wholly.
Old stories let go
Let me see new world and new me in it.
It’s December and around Christmas. In our house a joyful feeling with silver, golden, red and magenta decorations. It’s a celebration of Life. Inspired by color red, i am choosing to share a poem that is celebrating red and feminine that I have written on a different occasion, but why not share it here.
Everything in me is calling red today,
Red on the inside
Red on the outside
The woman in red,
In my blood,
And blood that is cleaning out of me,
Polished on my nails,
Covering my feet,
Red earrings
As if red passionate whisper is what I want to hear.
Wearing a bracelet on my hand
With a heart and a tree
one of your many loving gifts,
Takes me to my mother and father,
My ancestors,
And to my Mother, Earth mother.
and then to my Father,
in the heart there was me, there is me,
their creation.
Through the heart I am connected back to them
And through my roots of the tree I connect back to Slovenia,
My bloodline.
Everything in me calls today Strength,
May it be gentle determination
In me and not a pushing force.
May it be joy and not manipulated seduction
May it be just red.
I call upon you Red.
The heart. My life.
The invitation of the heart that guides me home.
The poem is a combination of tapping into spirit of Ubuntu, the 9 perspectives of Enneagram and the Love for self. It is an invitation to inquiry of the expression of the Heart in a unique way of every being.
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The poem is a combination of tapping into spirit of Ubuntu, the 9 perspectives of Enneagram and the Love for self. It is an invitation to inquiry of the expression of the Heart in a unique way of every being.
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