13 May 2021

Competition

Come on now! I told Competition

You can't just show up here

This is a space I hold very sacred

A space that is extremely dear


“Exactly why I came” - she said

For what fun is it otherwise

The more the space is dear to you

The more important will be the prize


Prize? I gasped, I don't want one

Please just let me be alone

Just go away, don't tempt me here

With the glitter of a throne


“You know you could be the queen”

She softly whispered to me

“The winner, the star, number one

A hero for all to see”


I looked at her, I looked at me

I looked at the path we had tread

She had not just followed me here

In captivity she had been led


I had created her, I could free her

But who would I be without her

Who would I be without a proof

That I was better than another


Would I dare to set her free today

And walk ahead on my own

Knowing there would be no reference

In the ways that I could be known


I realized then that she was pregnant

Her baby was the ‘need to be seen’

So I set them free both together

And I freed me from who I had been


I swirled and twisted once again

To become the invisible magic I be

I dropped my need to show or prove

And just basked in being Me


11 May 2021

Incredible Me

 Incredibly stupid, incredibly adorable

Is the person I have been

Incredibly colourful, incredibly insane

Is the life I have lived and seen 


Incredibly joyous, incredibly painful

Are the emotions I have felt

Incredible are the number of ways

I have let my confidence melt


Incredible are the times I burst

The times I fell apart

Times I believed that someone else

Could actually break my heart


Incredible are the ways in which

Life showed me a new way to see

The miracle I have always been

As the incredibly stupid me 


Context: 

Last night for some reason as I lay in bed I started to get memories of times in my life when I have been super silly and stupid... And even as I remembered them I was in adoration of myself for having had the me - ness, to have been that totally stupid. I could feel love and amusement for those times and for me ❤️. This was a whole new level of acknowledgement for me to step into. - and within minutes it turned into this poem.

1 May 2021

My Success Manifesto

Did I show up today?

As the best version of me

That I could access

And choose to Be?

Then my day is a success


Did I suspend judgment

And commit to my art

Did I include the planet

Did I carry out my part

Then my creation is a success 


Did I open my heart

And go beyond my ego

Did I listen to the other

And let my love flow

Then my response is a success


Do I sow the seeds

I would like to reap

Do I count my blessings

Each day when I sleep

Then my life is a success 





26 Apr 2021

Crafting Our Lives

Come join me now
As we craft our lives
Creating our own nectar
In our own beehives

Nurturing the gardens
In our heart and head
Sowing new seeds
Allowing the old to shed

Embracing more as our life
Dreaming big and bold
Beyond lies we inherited
And stories we were told

Creating spaces outside 
Where there is no fear
Where all life is precious
And every soul dear

Crafting our lives
Setting ourselves free
Choosing consciously
To be the miracle we Be

11 Apr 2021

When you feel like you don't belong?


What do you do

When you feel you don't belong

Do you give up your art

Do you give up your song


What do you do

When nobody replies

To your sincere observations

To your heartfelt cries


What do you do 

When nobody comments

On your posts and writings

On your soulful vents


What do you do 

When nobody laughs

At your original jokes

Or your witty faffs


Do you give up creating

Do you give up sharing

Do you give up speaking

Do you give up baring


Or do you keep being YOU

Do you keep on going

No matter the response

Do you keep on flowing


Do you own your art

And the art of being you

As something you yourself

Will back yourself do


For if you give up YOU

To fit in for their sake

You are no longer you

And you turn into a fake


Would you choose you as original

Over mimicked or fake

Just for yourself 

For your very own sake?


They might wake up later

And worship your art

Include you in their groups

And make you a part


Or they might never

Ever, see the way you see

And even with that possibility

Your uniqueness will you BE?


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