Thursday, 26 April 2018

from me
in this nine month space in which our souls overlap

to you,
my second heart, my inner light

- i'm counting down the days.

Monday, 5 March 2018

through distance comes a strengthening certainty,
a free flowing knowing of all the things you'd do differently.
but still,
how grateful I am for the red threads.

through the slow unravelling
the heart holds tight to it's memories
and this ever growing feeling
that has no name.

the contradictory sensation of at once 
feeling both empty and yet so heavy. 
of feeling new.

memories like photographs, moments
caught in time, in slices of the heart,
unpacked and smoothed out
flat on the floor.

i wonder how big the heart can grow.
if it even has edges.
because there is such a lot it holds.

and more to come.

a door on the horizon I've never seen before 
gets closer as the light expands
and life  grows quietly, miraculously, inside.

Tuesday, 27 June 2017

LAND OF MINE from Roman De Giuli on Vimeo.

and not only that,
but this...

“Man must rise above the earth – to the top of the atmosphere and beyond – for only thus will he fully understand the world in which he lives.” (Socrates)

Sunday, 25 June 2017

from space the image of the earth rising. the blue arc of her belly against the blackness of forever never fails to make me catch my breath and fill me. i keep seeing this image again and again lately. it feels significant. the importance of seeing from this perspective. how big and small and miraculous and ridiculous we humans are. how mind blowingly amazing it is that a rock hurtling through space not only exists and sustains life, but nourishes us. and still we don't see. the beauty of it. our beauty. our potential. but we fight and blame and kill and read history yet seem to learn nothing. we continue going round in circles inside the tiny boxes we build around ourselves clashing with those who have built their boxes from different materials.
i cannot tell you
how much i love this extra ordinary life,
how much i burst at the seams with gratitude
for the giants with whom i dance. 

(i love in biblical proportions.)

nor how much i love the instinctual way
my hand reaches for yours,
or how much i long to appease your silent fears,
to show you your worth until you feel it
burning in your hallowed bones.

i cannot tell you
how much we have to learn,
but i know where and how it begins.
i cannot tell you how much i love the light
that daily comes nudging me to life,
or the comfort of the moon. or the fluency
with which we speak unspoken languages,

because sometimes 
even the words fail to express the fullness
of a heart.

because to say 'how much' 
deludes one
into thinking it can be measured...

Saturday, 13 May 2017

we are each a prayer in motion birthing ourselves daily. or more.

to crack, break, breath and relax into full bodied knowing. to tear the membrane limiting your belief in the possible. to climb the mountain that calls your name knowing the point from which you start is never the beginning. to turn inside out and realise that in the shadows there hides a goldmine.


Tuesday, 24 January 2017

“We are living in what the Greeks called the kairos—the right moment—for a ‘metamorphosis of the gods,’ of the fundamental principles and symbols. This peculiarity of our time is the expression of the unconscious human within us who is changing. Coming generations will have to take account of this momentous transformation if humanity is not to destroy itself through the might of its own technology and science. So much is at stake and so much depends on the psychological constitution of the modern human.” – Carl Jung