All of me integration

  • All of me integration

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.

 

Everything in me is calling red today

  • Everything in me is calling red today

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.

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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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