Category Archives: abundance

Fuel to the fire

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Free to roam the lands all around,

all this energy that led to a burn out,

we build a house after every avenue has been found,

settle down, stillness, silence ,not a sound,

that is when the chatter of the mind rings loud,

discovered enough, we’re now inspired,

to create something new, crystallise this desire,

so that we evolve to something higher,

these strange feelings are the mystery key, offering fuel to this fire,

especially the discomfort we so often require,

the driving force leading us out of a state so dire,

to go back and learn from where the story transpired,

realise it was a liar,

release to rise to a level we admire,

alchemy that has no place in mere reason,

trusting the elements and all of the seasons,

of a life that is blossoming like the seeds that we plant,

upon once barren and dehydrated land,

a forest blooms forth inhabiting worlds within unfathomable, unimaginable,

so much more than meets the eye,

for this shift to occur old paradigms must first die,

we create our own gravity when we live from the heart space

a deep knowing that something better is taking place,

upwards is the only way,

so it’s best not to play safe,

a risk is sometimes the perfect cure,

a shattering of the myths we once lived for,

holding back this potential from springing forth,

onwards and upwards, our compass is always facing north.

Faatima

 

 

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Tell me how intelligent are you?

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on a scale of one to ten.

minds of men.

cognitive dissonance.

convincing enough,

yet never the whole truth

the mind-set

that got us into this mess

in the first place

A fractured state.

A type of grief

that never leaves.

you thought you’d be bored,

instead I have you floored.

cant really claim to know what I do not…

truth is it’s really not a lot.

Much of it I have forgot.

…way more than you’d think,

want to express it all in a blink

instead its a life long thing,

so follow your intuition,

let go of inhibitions

If you must go through with the entire task

then take off the mask

have fun, have a blast.

Often we have no clue,

what to do.

Am I the whole or just the glue…

that keeps us together,

forever and ever.

..or maybe never.

clever.

A conceptualised idea

born out of fear.

never letting anyone near.

here.

Am I intelligent or a fool?

The masterpiece or just a tool.

All of these wounds,

illusory, lies,

mythological and denied,

depends on who you ask.

too much to grasp,

so I take another gasp…

…of air.

Climbed the next stair.

Didn’t pull up a chair.

Call it a mission,

all of these opinions

recognitions,

really just wanted to free myself of this condition,

these superstitions

You are crazy,

good at least I’m not lazy.

You think way too deep,

steep,

too much of a leap,

just too much,

there’s really no rush.

Am I reading minds?

No you’ll find,

Time spent

Ascribing intent.

wasted on what went…

fill your cup, let it over flow.

they can drink too as we evolve and grow.

Into our own.

and without really trying we just let go…

when you know that rowers will row.

mowers will mow.

Goers will go.

So and so.

Reaching a new low,

what goes up must indeed come down.

observing in slow-mo,

then it was funny,

and suddenly it was sunny,

the trick is nothing is that serious.

period.

a myriad

of thoughts,

a chain…an onslaught.

I’m learning every day,

openness, a falling away.

bit by bit.

and claiming none of it.

the secret to heal,

is to be real,

to feel,

nothing to prove,

to you

its a simple truth.

understanding,

not demanding.

I chose not to consign to doubt and go with the crowd.

Only then I felt sound.

…and then I felt at peace,

Released,

from the need to know.

clever, clever, clever, no.

Pandoras box

has now been unlocked.

Faatima

xx

 

 

 

A losing game,

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…because how much is it worth?

Does it matter who did it first…

There are no mistakes,

At the finish line it all turns out to be fake.

Somethings you just cannot break

Unshakable, unmistakable

Aware,

Without chasing anything…without a care…

Stories, stolen glory.

A type of wealth,

Found in and of the self.

Reaping what you sow.

Using it to grow.

The attention that you pay,

Will  not only affect your day.

But your entire way…

…whether  choose to leave or stay…

..and the things you choose to say.

Letting go,

Unattached and in my zone.

Never alone,

Content in the midst of chaos

Accepting what was.

It simply went by.

Was never meant to be mine.

So now I can reflect and truly say, goodbye.

Faatima

Xx