Category Archives: grounding

Thrown away the key

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On the edge of atrophy,

rampant revolution with the sea breeze,

brewing in the air,

the mist, beware.

We no longer have a care,

for the now frozen lakes far off in another galaxy,

the little people are free

weeds surround the beautiful sweet flowers that breathe,

life into the ether as between the lines we read,

grow, uproot, resist, feed,

through perpetual death and rebirth on the shores of grand rising we bleed,

transformative, awakening from the haze,

fires blaze,

as seasons change

earthy, watery an elemental stage,

passage through the malaise,

wounds cut open and the memories fade,

escape,

it’s too late and we can no longer wait,

sitting ducks and enslaved,

You may have thrown away the key,

but this you did not foresee.

Faatima

x

 

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The heart centre

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Memories swiped,

An amnesia that hides,

buried in the worlds within worlds,

but as the veils grew thin these realms unfurled,

fragments and shards spinning vortexes whirl,

as forgetfulness and slumber became impossible to maintain,

reality looks at us right in the face,

there was no place to run and no place to escape,

back to centre stage,

medium, a calm place,

knowing beyond knowing these verses became congruent,

lines in my mind’s eye which is observant and fluent,

well read in these arts,

but now integrate and start,

to do the real work all we ask is if you do dare to stare

into the abyss beneath these muddied layers,

handle with compassion and a slow and steady care,

tricky at first,

as illusions tumble and bubbles burst,

you’ll master it once you come out the hurt,

practice and patience,

surrendered without waiting,

aeons of tales weaved in the webs of times past,

blunders direct us to blind spots if we last,

and bloom from seedlings to flowers,

for they left us wide open in a place where souls get devoured,

projections and stories unseen and unheard,

yet felt all the same through the onslaught of words,

to those few that know,

empathic warrior souls,

we either take it on and dwindle to their whims

or the other choice is to light up and be still

returning us back, back to what is within.

Faatima

XX

 

 

 

Fire and earth

 

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Burn it to the ground,

before the flames died down,

these illusions were the light,

like candles in the night,

casting shadows in the smoke,

something beautiful and bespoke,

emerged from the dead, we awoke,

this potential that had been simmering below the surface,

has broken free and we find one purpose,

has taken it’s place,

amongst the blaze,

of time and space,

elemental, alchemical,

atrophy, and eventually the cycle,

has endured a rebirth,

of fire and earth.

Faatima xx

 

F*ck the story.

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It’s about time,

to unwind,

the knots and ties of the mind.

Don’t try to rewind

Just give your brain a break

and catch the next train. For your own sake.

Metaphorically speaking of course,

when you feel it can’t get much worse.

Valid but not the whole truth.

Sometimes I stay mute,

Sometimes it’s for the best…

…disregard the mess,

Bye bye stress

Couldn’t care less.

Just wanted to be aware,

and to be fair it’s not really my cross to bear.

Truth is I am in awe,

Always learning more.

So much to explore.

This place is a maze,

and frankly I’m amazed

…but not necessarily fazed.

These thoughts won’t go to waste,

Not simply a matter of copy and paste,

They say sharing is caring.

…but at the root of all this talking,

I only wanted to say one thing.

Hopefully that message is read.

Understood on some level when all is done and all is said..

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

 

 

 

 

 

Living again

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Breathing again,

state of zen

knowing exactly when..

..to give a hand to lend,

love to send,

yet my consciousness will not bend…

…or descend.

In fact I will transcend,

only ever learning,

Pain is a disguise,

a mirror for what’s inside,

says the wise.

Offering a hint of advice.

A life lesson

..and not just a one hour session.

Fear not, you’re truly not in that deep…

Falling asleep.

Or weak.

I can seek that you are not meek.

Budding star,

You will go far.

So think,

these encounters forgotten in a blink.

Exaggerated…a magnifying glass,

Think I’ll take a pass.

Distortions of the mind’s eye

Sometimes…oftentimes it’ll lie.

Why?

A match to your past experiences.

Healing ever faster.

Dealing with it with joy and of course laughter

Sense of self,

Starts now,

Don’t ask how.

Truth is vibrating ever loud

Ring, calling, breaking the ground.

All around.

No longer bound.

Embrace the changes and be ready to astound.

Love,

Faatima

Xx

 

 

 

Glow

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My perfect handwriting,

No more fighting…

flames are igniting,

Present moment insight…

I don’t bite.

Thats a promise…

…when on the hunt for eventual bliss,

So stay still

…and go for the kill.

Breathe in,

You’ll always win,

It’s a truth,

that you can’t possibly lose,

Bulls, taurus has been let loose

…off the noose

Another chance to show,

tell them where to go,

Ignore the no.

…and exude the brightest glow.

Faatima

Xx