Category Archives: shadow work

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,


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.




Forest through the trees

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Schism, the devourment,

Clarity of mind beyond the firmament,

the edge of existing,

beyond resisting

struck between two places,

a world found between spaces,

another plane of being,

way of seeing,

somehow freeing,

confines release,

as we retrieve,

fact from fiction,

storybook tales allegorical, in relation,

to these codes unlocked,

practiced daily as sure as the clock,

ticks so we can perceive,

the forest through the trees.






All the way into the dark night

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Do not turn back at half past midnight,

do not succumb to the horror and fright,

go all the way, follow this field of sight,

I can only describe,

it with these few adjectives but you’ll find,

justice is not served to something this divine,

what is realised is a shattering of these crimes,

the blind-side of getting by just fine,

the burn of getting to the earth’s core,

is melted away fast when we do reach the source,

there is no chance for you to sit on the floor,

wallowing in the fires that were brought forth,

nor is there time to climb the high horse,

to escape from the shores of a mind war-torn,

which stays firmly once it’s been born,

in the mythical pages of folklore,

till it is washed away in the pages of time,

scratching at the surface will not erase these fine-lines,

they draw patterns to ignite a beam of light,

a trail through the mist and murkiness of the dark night..

it will end soon,

but the only way out is through,

the dark night of the soul devoured us whole,

it was a brave step to follow,

at dawn we arose, with nothing but this poetry, this prose.

the world of a writer,

intuitively inspired,

by the ethers and something untapped,

creativity inspired by all the mishaps..

and that is why we must embrace the shadow,

so that growth is finally allowed,

in uninhabited places, once undiscovered now found.



Some place

A million miles an hour,

the problem and solution now devoured,

dissolution in the time between memories,

amnesia reigns and instead something else is released,

out of the sea-reeds,

the thought has now ceased,

burned through it’s course,

right through to it’s source,

pulling forth the chaotic creatures that consume,

now overcome, brought to the surface, the fruits of the life that we have abused,

rushed, aimlessly take a seat behind the wheels of this ride, these rules we do not abide,

when we realised they lied, we died to the weak and ill-defined

and so we find our place some place where the sun does not blind.



Running from shadows

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This time I had practised,

was well prepared for the half marathon we rise to take on this challenge, crowd glares on observant eyes,

a sprint to hide the undisclosed stories of times past tainting these minds, that entangle and bind,

a perfect mirror to prevent their demise, not yet I surely need some time to find space so that we can drown in our cloaks and disguise the bitter reality which we eventually come to prize,

As we glance up at the sky, clouds have parted, the stretch that lies ahead of our thighs, the ground beneath is rocky, still, unshaken, we focus our breath and get ready to bolt, fly, unleash the ties and drown out their carefully orchestrated cheers and cries.

It was not a goodbye, you are on the ground, to my side, both left and right, creating shapes in the light, a reflection of mine, a reflection of some kind,

…three small paces behind at all times ready to catch up, and sure enough you find me off guard at this given moment in time, propelling me to write this little rhyme,

because I am not going to be the type to say alright it’s fine when I can see all the signs warning me to cross this line with eyes that can connect the day and night,

a vision that decides which vice to pick the one worth these lines, and then the clock chimes, strikes ten past the hour, triggers that belonged to the night now arrive whilst the sun still shines, the race was won, the race was mine.







Before I knew

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A time before I knew,

a damn thing or two,

Musically seduced,

art forms they bloom,

the things that catch our eye,

some walk by,

ignoring, wilfully ignorant, wrapped up and blind,

the daily grind,

busy mind,

caught up in a static, frenzy,

just trying to find a way to live right,

whatever that means,

dreamed up and difficult to find,

in the real life,

that we pour energy into through struggle and strife,

it need not be this way,

is all I have to say.

We have made it so,

years work to undo for some but oh,

the reactions you feel are the gold,

that is what it means to learn and to grow,

the darkness and shadow is where it glows,

integration is key in order to go,

away from the blizzard and towards the snow,

a more peaceful setting than you could ever know.

Faatima ❤


Pick up the pen and re-write

Something I realise, as someone who likes to write,

about life and it’s strife,

is that try as we might, to disprove and ignite, the flames of worry in our mind,

we end up perpetuating further undesirable cycles without respite,

So take time to re-write the story of your life,

Deconstructing and rewinding,

stepping back and finding,

that even though not everyone is on board,

and tempting as it may be to lose sight of this cause,

once this far gone we simply cannot pause,

its worth the small strugges,

little troubles,

they say love not fear,

but you cant quite understand so you don’t even hear

in the grand scheme of things,

what I mean is,

in the face of our bliss,

the fear comes in the form of excuses and doubt.

sometimes slow down,

we must go in to get out,

to reach new grounds,

let them not silence the sounds,

of discernment and awareness,

in the sea of stillness, heard ripples of new shores,

and so the small trip ups and flaws,

now make so much sense and therefore,

they matter no more…