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

Saturday, 8 October 2016

wrapped and rapt in the fire of purification and you, unprepared for the gift of me raw and undone, i see you. you who is he, she, me. be not fooled by the smile. i see you.  behind the masks, beneath the skins, emerging unwavering, growing upwards and out of the fertile earth of your self. i think maybe you are a bolt of light. come closer.

Sunday, 25 September 2016

of honey and wounds

"like a snake, my heart
has shed its skin.
 i hold it here in my hand,
full of honey and wounds."

~ federico garcĂ­a lorca




indeed

Tuesday, 23 August 2016

to clench and release.

to touch the skins of the world
then push down deeper
to the wet coils at the edge of the centre
and realise that it and they
hold the answer
to every question you ever had.

place your ear
to your own heart.

listen.

a relentless thank you.

Sunday, 14 August 2016

a time not for promises,
but intentions set.
an expansion
into the inner realms,
for nocturnal stirrings and spectres
and fathoming what it all means.

or
if not fathoming,
then giving it all meaning.

a recalibration of sorts.

possessed always
with a forever love
of doorways and thresholds.

the garden of the body
stands poised and lightly rooted.
intent. ready
to place one foot in front of the other.

holding gentle in one hand
and might in the other.

feeling

the physical manifestation of emotions
along with the image of water
folding and crashing in on itself.

the knowing
of what is precious
and holding it safe.

no matter what.

the labour of my love.



there is a golden vein threaded through us all

I hold my light above you and you become
a composition of gold and shadows.

my dream self has thorns
growing from her abdomen.
frightening and painful.

still to flower.

but the dark lifts
and spring comes.


always.