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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,


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.





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.






Pay attention…


You may have heard it before

..but allow me to say it once more.

Energy flows where attention goes.

The strange truth is that resisting it will also do this…

So I say allow it, accept it, examine it…

…and watch it exit.

We are now in the throes of autumn…

Leaves falling, shades of orange, time for some fun…

…transitioning naturally in to a new season…

Gentle winds of change blow…

Cleansing the air, foggy, blurry, be the sun amongst the darkness, let yourself glow…

…by going with the flow…

Being at peace even when the universe seems to always say no…

A blissful awareness…

….transcending all darkness…

Colder days are coming, nature’s own show…

…a truly beautiful display of how lovely it really is to let dead things go.



A rainy day


I love the rain so, so much…there is something so peaceful and cleansing about a rainy day, how the world seems to go quiet and a thick, white cloud covers the atmosphere around us.

There is a soothing essence felt in the presence of this shroud of slight darkness.

It’s not quite night time but instead there is a dull white light in the air…that familiar feel of a rainy day.

Today is one of those days and according to the weather forecast we have a few more to come.

Everything has a shadow side, the side that we don’t particularly like.

When it comes to actually trooping through the rain in order to get somewhere and in the process coming through with damp clothes and frizzy hair…ok let’s be honest it isn’t the most fun.

The last time I was in this situation I finally learnt to let go, let the rain on my glasses smudge my vision and my hair develop into a frenzy.

People should understand it’s raining…and frankly if you’re outside in this weather to see me in that state you should be more empathetic because we’re all in the same struggle!

To all of you people out there that complain about the rain…learn to make peace with it, trust me I was once this way but now I see the beauty in it so much so that dare I say it…I actually look forward to days like today.

*oh the shock and the horror*

Since most of us don’t want to actually get soaked it can be taken as an opportunity to relax and reflect. Whether it be reading a book, drinking tea (or whatever beverage for that matter), watching tv and making yourself a cosy little space at home or even daring to just simply sitting still and watching the rain drops drizzle down.

I like the serenity and peacefulness of today.

It feels like the rain has a calming effect, hushing the chatter of my mind.

Just my kind of bliss.




A wanderlust’s guide to Britain: Pathlands


‘The river does not think his way to the sea. Our feelings are the wellspring of our being. Whilst we might say we are looking at the view, what we are really doing is feeling it, taking part in it; the truth is, we are at that moment in a relationship with it.’ – Peter Owen Jones

So I have always been a wanderlust at heart…a series of events that have happened in my life so far have led to me this realisation and today I present you with a book that I stumbled across.

Yesterday was a Saturday afternoon and I was bored at home surrounded by chaos, paint is everywhere…the house is reeking of it’s toxic scent and pieces of furniture are scattered in places they don’t usually sit. I am clearly not needed at that current moment so I retreat into my own world searching for some inspiration to write. I felt triggered recently into more intellectual endeavours after watching a particularly interesting documentary on the greatest thinkers of the ancient world. As such my craving to go back into an old passion of mine returned and that is reading. It felt like ages since I had last read something really compelling from my own accord, so I spontaneously popped out to town and headed to Waterstones. There I wandered searching for something intellectually stimulating…it wasn’t an easy task as I had no particular purpose or book I was after, so I randomly scoured the tables and with so many books laid out infront of me I somehow managed to pick up a little gem that made me feel like I was in love.

The book is ‘Pathlands’ by Peter Owen Jones and I have come to realise that it is the perfect guide to Britain for a wanderlust like me who dreams of crossing boundaries and going on new adventures into unknown territories. Now judging from the front cover the book appears so bland and uninteresting but as the saying so rightly goes…never judge a book by it’s cover.

As I sat down to read the preface I realised that I was absolutely sold, the style of writing is phenomenal and envokes such a deep emotion by encapsulating the whole experience of adventuring so well in words. I felt instantly as if I could relate to the author and the passion behind the writing is so intense. One of my favourite quotations that stood out to me the most was:

‘We can go online and look at endless pictures of a thousand places we have never been to, but we can have no memories of a place until we have walked within it.’

So whilst I am busy planning to cross the borders of this small island I am missing the fact that before I leave there is so much left to see here, so many unexplored and intriguing landscapes. I am definitely looking forward to delve right into this book and will you keep you posted on how I feel about it…whether it inspires me to travel to any new places, which to be honest it already has, places not too far away…practically on my doorstep.

Thanks for reading,

Love from Faatima

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