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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

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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

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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

 

Give me your life…

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Give me your life and I’ll replace it with strife…

Give me your knife and I’ll sharpen it twice…

Don’t believe their lies…

Keep your eyes on the prize…

Deep inside you knew you weren’t going to let them string you along…

Deep inside you knew fact from fiction, right from wrong…

Conceptualised and put into a song…

Intuitive knowing clouded in a misty blur,

Call it a teaching or a simple reminder…

Only this time,

..in the form of a rhyme…

Love,

Faatima

Xx

Time spent

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Every little experience sets off a new train of thought

Preoccupied by this trail…I snap back, this time I won’t get caught…

Time spent in hesitation…

…internal pressures to succeed turns to frustration..

Succeed at what?

..temporal states of being that will soon be forgot..

In this game we call life, do I just pick up the dice and place a part?

..in the end we all retreat back into our heart..

…for it is fueled in the fires of a world in denial…

External, apart from and ultimately inconsequential…

So hello once again to all the creative, sensitive souls..

…be gentle with your self, be soft…stay whole…

Faatima

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