Category Archives: higher consciousness

Thrown away the key

Image result for fantasy art

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

 

Advertisements

The heart centre

Image result for heart art

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

Image result for wake up art

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.

 

 

Anything goes

Image result for bubbles

Anything goes does not cut it any more,

now I look back and think of it as a bore,

a waste of time, what’s more?

Still trying to score,

Open up closed doors,

and reveal what is hidden in plain view,

the excuse,

not right nor true,

Casually smoking cigarettes,

Slipping away like a silhouette,

Clinging to a hopeful ideal,

knowing deep down it just aint real,

till you’ve allowed yourself to feel,

the weight of your fear,

so that you can start again and it disappears,

no more denial,

accept the trial,

uncover a unique expression,

shared as a present,

no more anything goes,

time to take the blows,

offered in the way of this prize

the price is too high,

means too much to me I cannot lie,

to live this out, ask yourself why?

in this place we don’t just simply get by,

we reach high,

so say your final goodbyes,

to anything and anyone who isn’t by your side,

when you confide,

your plans to take this stride,

and refuse to slip down that slippery slide,

I think it’s about time

to not oblige,

I think it’s about time

to do what is right.

Faatima ❤

 

 

Fire and earth

 

Image result for fire and earth

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

 

He told me to smile

He told me to smile,

as I walked by,

all the while,

my mind was busied up,

a universe forgot,

Face-value, experiences and what is real and true,

cannot be seen from this singular point of view,

this moment in time,

struck me as pivotal, I find,

that happiness is a choice,

and how we use our voice,

there is no wrong answer however reclaim back your power,

to decide,

to  create a world worth living inside,

I turned to look at the man,

he would have what some would call less than,

the picture perfect life,

but something was realised,

call it a mere coincident

that on this particular day we met,

a brief and fleeting encounter, a shift in mind set,

this, I did not forget.

Faatima

 

 

The real world,

Related image

In the quote ‘real world,’

in order to make things work,

these words have me bored,

floored,

rest assured,

they will be ignored.

they preach how things never really work out quite like that,

there are things to take into account, concepts to grasp,

The fork in the road, a reminder to drop the unnecessary load,

all these ideas

these sub-conscious fears,

they marry well together in stifling you from this end goal,

the reason that you struggle so much in the pursuit of becoming whole.

Embodying a vision,

no matter how small the mission,

it takes a dropping of old beliefs,

to have a sense of direction will be a relief,

but not too rigid, remember to float till you eventually reach,

that place where time no longer sleeps,

the wheel turns, it does not make a sound

it has come full circle, now,

round.

Inspiration offered up everywhere,

not so much an original idea but the fires we all share,

of momentum and enthusiasm,

is in the end the root of our unique expression,

a tool

or merely just a lesson,

a step in the dance of progression,

to apply on to our particular course,

without pause

nor a gap between thoughts

doubts to be released

and so we are free’d,

it seems through the battles fought,

we eventually saw,

how its now time to give back

as the ripple effect is a direct result of just that.

Faatima