Category: Poetry

Everything is moving,
spiraling,
in,
out,
above,
below…

Change, chaos, swirling confusion…

And in the midst of it all…

a moment of truth.

A darkness so deep, a void so infinite, it was the only way, place and moment in time, to be able to see, feel and be the Light.

I hear it whispering
through my veins.

That longing again.

I hear the call from the locked faraway doorways and corridors of my Soul.

It’s a silent cry that cracks my bones open.

Broken into pieces as shattered memories of past and future stories.

Re-membering and
mending together
the pieces of my
collapsed mirror.

My vessel can no longer
hold in the desire to be uncontained;
drifting away with every storm
that deafens and blinds us
into awakening.

Into seeing.

Into being seen.

Into holding oneself,
and each other in oneself.

Into just Being.

I was looking for truth once…

Now I search for Life.

For Soul.

I let my long black hair grow like an unforgotten garden in time.

Soaked and dry at the same time.

In the extremes of vulnerable endings.

Where beginnings meet Death.

Face to Face.

Heart to Heart.

And sin is washed off by
His hands,
who serve Her.

In service of the Heart.

Of Life.

Now it’s time to
let it flow back
to the river
it once belonged to.

Home, in the ocean of OneSelf.

“Notes like droplets,
move my body, still my mind;
light my soul on fire.
.
From the ashes of my forgotten Self,
I will rise again as One.
.
I spiral up and down, turning and turning;
eyes closed, heart wide broken;
ephemeral desires, immortal silence.
.
The language spoken in movement;
the dancer is the dance, is the dancing;
Light as guide, and Death as master”.
.
.
.
In the darkest moments I thought I lost you, down below… but soon enough I realised it was you sustaining me all along.

You, part of me, who I thought forgotten, were only waiting for me to see you. And I do at last. I see you. I hear you. I dance you. I love you.

You, my dark sister, my other half. From our integration comes my freedom to become the real, true fragment of mySelf, instead of an unconscious whole.

I am ready to be completely Me. From this surrender my inner voice was freed. Once I let myself be, words turn to spells, to magic, alchemy, and start guiding me back to the realisation I never left my heart.

Thank you Life for bringing me back to me, so I can hear again the words you whisper through my soul.

I see the world beyond the world.

I can see, without having to look.

I can feel, without having to analyse.

I can know, without having to think.

Knowledge turns to wisdom,
there is nothing left to prove.

Nothing to win,
nothing to lose.

In the deepest silence,
there is ought to be a cry.

The birth of someone old,
coming back to be renewed.

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In this chaotic ocean of lost, missing, and hidden parts, lies the wholeness I so wish to integrate. In the acceptance that to feel complete, no severed parts must be left behind without a touch of attention. Maybe not everything has a reason, but everything has a deep meaning for me. All is the map of my soul that leads me Home.