Tag: nature
Leafing
Raining
She Told Me So
“I’ll tell of this love that I know”
She said to me one day
“So please, if your will should allow
Listen and hear what I have to say”
She spoke of the soil cushioning her
The grass tickling her ears
The sunflower towering above her
Yellow soothing and easing her fears
She told me of seeds and their spurt
How spirit moves heavens on earth
And the force that grounds deep roots
Is the same as us knowing our worth
“Don’t forget you are no different”
Her whispers I still hear
“What makes the sunset so beautiful
Is you seeking you, my dear”
And with all this love that I know
From the listened word, not spoken
I conclude that I was, all along
Whole, not once ever broken.
Is There?
Is there not this way inside
I can switch on like a TV
Is there a weed and a buttercup
Hidden deeply within me?
Is there not a song I’ve lost
Down trodden roads forgotten
Is there notes that weave away
The rocks at the very bottom
Is there not a deafening flow
Where grease is washed from my hair
Is there a me that is more than bones
And I witness both sides of the pair
Is there all of this and more
Cycled a million times through
These colours,
This dance
This patterned dream
This life I do how I do.
If There Is Such A Way
Surrounded by a million tones, not woven by me
And I cannot decipher one from another
But there is a symphony of perfection to be drank all at once
And I am drunk
Drunk on the shades of spring
Yet still I chatter a thousand woes, haunting the evening waves
Am I a lunatic?
For it feels the moon draws all that dwells involuntary
Would I choose this crazy distinction?
I’d rather root beneath the worms and grow without this trouble
Where all I would want is to slowly dance to where I rest most comfortably
Or to climb the walls, not afraid of position
Is this my prison, believing I am not such a way?
That fate is my own doing
I often pray my thoughts to be swiftly caught by an eagles claw, then released far from land
Filtered by the salt and dispersed upon the seabed, food for the fishes
Ideals I’ve collected, are they to sculpt me? Like hands without permission roaming my naked skin
I quiver
And may I throw that to the birds also
So how,
If there is such a way
Am I to be?
Bury Me
Bury me where the brambles grow
Sliced by unforgiving thorns
Let my tears crumble
Like salt drops repelling the slugs
But let them come
And leave silver trails across my breasts
Whose majesty I’ve only imagined
Let me feel the break in my bones
And scream as discs slip and roots wilt
So shallowly planted by frightened fingers
I have known to ask of moulding discreetly, to feel common amongst the mass
But my shedding mimics no other
What comes up, too big to fit
And the dirt under my nails
The dirt now choking my rusty cords
Feeds the hunger I feel, surpressing the swell
Full on words I’ve never spoken
And they claw deeper into memories, ripened words sculpt outside of me
Developed in your world
But fallen in mine
I am calling you, death of a stranger
I’ve known what I’m allowed
But forgot why I yearned for less
For a naked me, stripped bare for saviours sake
I request that my core, sore and bruised, may rot
Welcomed back home
Please bury me where chunks can be bitten
Where I can feel worthy enough to feed the worms
And grow again, live again
Die, again
BestestĀ
So said the dog ‘oh human, I’d really like to know, where exactly is the spot that biscuits like to grow?’
‘You know the ones you give me, to settle me at night, I’d like to find them for myself and take a crunchy bite’
The human laughed ‘oh dog, they do not grow on trees, they’re made by hands of human kind and travel overseas. See the biscuits that you eat, aren’t natural like the grass, they’re made of stuff I cannot spell and stamped to show they pass. Passed as what, I’m not too sure, but still you like to chew, they seem to keep you able, to do as dogs can do’
The dog was not too sure of this, as what should he then eat, if missiles were to hit the earth and kill off all the meat? ‘If that should happen’ the human said ‘you’d die as well, I’m sure.’ So said the dog, ‘how sad is that’ and cried into his paw.
The human and the dog, they hugged until it hurt, but then the human had a thought she couldn’t wait to blurt. ‘You see, we could get blown so high we find another planet, where I could be a butterfly and you could be a rabbit. And then we’d eat whatever’s there, be yellow, red or blue. We’d nibble on fresh pastures green or make a rainbow stew. Let’s hope that if this world should end our souls will stay together. To roam around this universe, best pals we’ll be forever’
#25 Grateful for Close Ups
When the mind goes a little…
CRAP
THINK PINK
THINK BRIGHT HEALING LIGHT
THINK OF A STRAIGHT LINE
IT’S GONE!
FUCK
I CAN’T
I CAN
NOPE, I REALLY CAN’T
I DID IT ONCE I CAN DO IT AGAIN
You catch my drift.
Such chatter rides my waves, mainly storming up when I’m outside, when my anxiety roars ‘you’re agoraphobic, you can’t go outside without a fight!’
Screw it, there’s no fight to be had anymore. I don’t want to fight myself!
I don’t want labels anymore either. I don’t want to call myself something that doesn’t sit comfortably with me… and today I decided to think of myself as calm, at peace, able to go outside without feeling ‘weak’ (I think I may eliminate ‘weak’ from my vocabulary. No one is weak, we all have boundaries in different areas of life and these boundaries can always be expanded, should we choose).
So today, as I woke feeling particularly empowered, I thought ‘I’ll take advantage of this calm’ and went out for a run, then for a walk, then for another walk with the dog. High flying these days, ey? š
As I was out with the pooch, I felt the worry rise – of course it was going to, I’ve become so accustomed to ‘the fight’, worry wanted to play the rebelling game. What helps, what always helps is noticing nature. The birds, the grass, the muddy patches on the grass and the trees. The trees are medicine. I know I’ve said this before, over and over. Today, as my anxiety wanted to perform centre stage, I was distracted by falling head over heels in love with one particular tree – anxiety didn’t stand a chance.
… And the close ups, oh boy. The colours, the textures, the light reflections, the rough and the smooth. Calm had come in the shape of a tree. Ask and you shall receive.
Thank you for up close and personal. For beauty that is often overlooked as we worry or rush or think of our ‘to-do’ lists. NOW was (is always) full of natures miracles and what better way to spend our time, loving all that we are a part of, art by Gaia.
From Death
Could it be that I once flew
I spread my wings across oceans blue
Or could I once haveĀ slept in trees
And eaten the berries, the ants and the bees
With every breath I feel grasses grow
As waters stream through channels below
The bones of me were found in sand
Washed upon shores and carried to land
Sunsets kiss the rocks I’ve called home
Miles I’ve travelled to places unknown
All that I dream, Iāve been there before
Iāve cried many times, familiar to war
Wild are my eyes like the hunting bear
Like the tired boar and the frightened hare
So intricate is the nature of me
I’ll not question who I think I should be
As I am all the wonders of this earth
I am the cycle of life from death to re-birth
