Poetry addressing root chakra (grounding, earth)
No one can truly prepare for the day or split second when their life will end. The inertia and gravity of that solitary moment is inescapable. It’s a truth that inspires, paralyses and haunts us all. That split second when, consciously or not, a lifetime of theories, addictions and personal evolution collide in reckoning. This […]
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Polar opposites, you and I. One too many. The smoothest of translucent pastels and paints cohabitating. So oddly, with a legion of battled scared amazons. You inhabit the same being, me. Inside out, outside in. Both All Guardians of my light.
Victim I am not. That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking how awake you are, to know that you had a choice. A moment in time, if you recall, where you said yes to me, and no to another. Why me? The fact that you’re perplexed with the question concerns me. Round and round we
I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking Consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. Yes,
Black, yellow, purple and brown. Signs of death and decay. Proof of life, and the impact of pushing oneself too far in the pursuit of joy and excellence. You bruise still. Sometimes the result of others. Just as many caused by your own doing. You bruise still. Seeing them makes it more real. Evidence of
I can’t tell where it exactly resides. Somewhere between my throat and heart, right of center. I can’t really describe the feeling accurately. Is it a thump of a drum? A pill caught in my throat? It doesn’t exactly start or end. It’s more like a soundwith physical attributes that intensify irregularly with hums to
Primal sacred places come from such mind blowing devastation. How can that be, when we can so easily access these places and enjoy their bounty birthed of scars and cycles of resurrection that miraculously transpired over thousands of years? I come to you. Viewing the layers and altitudes of carved rock cliffs, botanical gardens, and
