Category Archives: heart space

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

 

 

 

Wake up

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I am past the days of delusions,

excuses, backed up with fairly good reasons,

throwing force-fields at enemies,

doubts fail to cloud my mind this time around.

No more settling for less,

no more lack of self respect,

like Neptune weaves a fate,

shaped by tendencies to escape

from which one day we’ll be forced to awake.

The realm of fantasy,

an alternate reality,

holds us back,

when real life seems to lack,

but clear space inside your brain,

and let go of the chain,

of conditioned thoughts,

lies you may have bought,

Awakening to who you really are,

and following your heart

slaying the dragon,

and steering clear of the bandwagon,

breeding sheep,

who were once in deep,

a planet of amnesia, still asleep,

eyes opening from slumber as we keep,

persistently planting seeds

intuition is the key out,

and this time there is no turning around.

 

 

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

 

The death of an illusion

As my hot cup of coffee steams in front of me…

warming these palms, I feel free,

of past illusions as painful as it may be..

To let go and know,

that I too have grown

sick and tired of old games,

no longer do they entertain,

play in the dark,

realise this work of art,

is made of many shades,

some blue, some gray, some tainted by dismay.

No certainty only intention,

unless there some kind of intervention.

Word is bond,

perception has failed me it was wrong.

Objectivity led me to find

that feelings run my life,

therefore I am not blind,

I cannot deny,

it’s not a weakness that somewhere along the line

I came to the knowing that it was only a state of mind, no longer is there a desire to rewind.

Instead I turned my cheek turned my eye

the other way,

looked away.

Nothing more left to do, nothing more left to say.

Faatima

xx

To not create…

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To not create,

Would be such a waste.

Oh to go in the face,

Of what it is to be considered a mistake,

Disgrace

Who says?

Just a different taste.

I confess,

I question myself…

Am I even listening?

To the quiet whistling..

The stars are still glistening.

Even at this distance.

In this instance,

Tonight.

It’s alright.

Sight,

Insight

Catching a night flight,

The unknown,

With just my mobile phone

On the other side of the line…

…and everything was fine.

They say transparency,

can only lead to clarity

Yet there is no guarantee

But the truth of the matter,

Is that it’s all chatter.

All these institutions

create more confusions,

deeper into the illusion,

reaching a new conclusion.

We cannot mend,

let alone comprehend,

things beyond our control,

so we console,

and just like that she let go.

Didnt put on a show…

…just went with the flow,

Limitless…with a glow

Reap what you sow…

Something we now know.

There is no real lack

Or need to go back

Once you start

To create real art

What are you trying to prove?

What’s left to lose

when you stop being mute

and express your truth.

Beyond hate,

Trying to compensate,

Because its never too late,

To ask what is really at stake?

Beyond all things fake.

So make no mistake

I am just here to make,

Faatima xx

 

 

 

 

That’s all I did

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It was really nothing,

A small little something

Didn’t take much time

To write a little rhyme

Pay a dime

Commit this crime,

Pretend to be fine

When life comes around

They make no sound

What has been found

Can shatter the ground

Yet still we go round and round

Offer it presence and nothing more…

Priceless, limitless, off the walls.

No time to stall,

On the heels of a reform

We totally transform.

The exact opposite of what it is to conform.

So tell me now what it is you have earnt…

something you may have learnt.

Or keep it to yourself.

You’ll just know when you decide to be fully present..

..and for once be with the contrasting essence

of all things pleasant…

…and even what many may call a depressant.

Somethings are unexplicable

Overthinking this may be irresistable

Tempting as it is

Is it worth it?

Weigh out the price..

…and you’ll soon realise

That maybe it’s not so nice.

The answer is easy,

breezy,

Don’t try play fair..

Or even care,

All I’m asking, is to simply be there.

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