Category Archives: meditation

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

 

 

 

Inspiration…

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Inspiration,

comes from deep conversation

venting frustrations,

…and not intoxication.

A state of elation,

that requires no patience.

Mental elevation…

All in relation,

to how often you take a vacation,

from the story,

living in the heartspace free of worry,

Left the mind,

Far behind…

After daylight,

In the dead of night,

Saw that we could finally unite,

when we set the lies alight

Realised it’s alright.

Went just for a while,

…travelled many a mile.

and came back with a smile.

Faatima,

 

 

 

 

 

Pain of this moment…

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I want to write…

…but my hand is frozen in time.

The pain of right now,

Screams so loud.

…but not loud enough,

for you to feed off of.

Still, good luck…

…couldn’t give a fuck.

Five pence,

Relentless.

The only time there is nothing to write,

…is when you are doing nothing with your life.

Sending me well wishes,

If you insist…

…but I resist,

another checkmark ticked off the list.

Lines are blurred,

Need a quick word?

Not today…

…it’s too gray,

really don’t have much to say.

So get out my way.

Another time when I feel less aligned…

…or should I say more in tune with my mind…

…telling the story, in all it’s glory…

Painted here, there and no where.

We have one thing left

…and it’s really not such a difficult concept.

Theoretically, but not practically.

I guess we’re just blind,

from these fixations, the daily grind.

Didn’t have to search in order to find,

does that mean it’s mine?

A feeling so golden…

…the pain of this moment

Faatima

Xx

 

 

Reaction…

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Even in the most meaningless interaction…

…there is some kind of a reaction.

The external we cannot always control…

…but the internal condition is for us to console.

So next time you are in the midst of a mess…

…remember that life is all but a healing process,

where your worst fears pop up…

….confused and unsure of what the hell is going on…

…after a while the puzzle pieces come together to form one…

In the end we’ve all got to live with ourselves,

within ourselves…

as ourselves…

So into the shadows of our souls we delve

A life of individual perspectives…

Where everything is relative…

Bound to feel alone…

…till we find common ground and once again feel whole…

Emotional body is the tether to the soul…

Compassion starts from within…without it there is a perpetual emptiness…some would say, a black hole.

This newfound self-awareness has me on a roll…

…till the very next major obstacle throws me off course and down an even darker hole…

This time I invite it to swallow me whole, for I know in some way, shape or form it will ultimately only help me grow.

Faatima

Xx

A deafening silence

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A deafening silence consumes me.

Theme of my life.

These resounding moments serve a purpose.

Yin and yang.

Life always has a habit of coming full circle.

A fully fledged catastrophy set in stone.

From the outset we are aware of this.

Beyond ashes to ashes or bone to bone.

A reminder from the art we perceive.

Poems we read.

Songs we sing.

A deep inner knowing.

Drowned out by the loud chaos surrounding us.

The hectic state of escapism.

More deafening to me than silence can ever be.

Silence is everything and nothing.

Where we start and where we end.

Silence is golden.

Torture or bliss.

Make of it what you will.

It is where we are catapulted into action.

Things start to happen.

Our intense, itching energy to move, jump, create sparks and make waves.

Motion.

Motion comes from silence.

Everything comes from silence.

So why do we call it a deafening silence?

Love,

Faatima

Xx