Mindfully Blooming

Inspired by Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng Little fires everywhere Consume their desire to fade away. Little fires everywhere burn bright  Within themselves.  They threaten to roar and blaze alive But know well not to cry.  They wear masks, they terrorise But deep down they don't like The scars, the burns, the ash, It is all part of the act. The scared faces, the shock and lies That inhabit people in the town; They refrain from looking people in the eye Because they know they'd never be able to hide.      

'And every day I wish I could just become a disappearing act.'  Xiorama in The Poet X ... Hurting in silence  For a  long, long t ime.   I couldn't hold it in, So I cried,    Cr ied,   Cried.   The pain was real  But no one ever saw The extent of the wounds On t he  surface Of m y soul.  Opened up but never enough,  How could I ever hurt the people I loved?  I talked,  I shared, I cried.  A hug. But nothing really took away The t hreatening d ark.  ... Still I sit with my demons at night Sometimes I let them lurk in the dark.  Forever wish I could scare them away But they still hold power in the corners of my brain.  Maybe one day I'll put them to rest, They'll listen to me And vanish away.  But until then I will have to learn  To let go and transform the pain.  

  May you always know the truth of your heart, May you always rejoice in the fact you're loved. May days bring clarity to your soul, May nights soothe your tired whole.  Never let go of the faith in the Om Neither in nature's beating songs. Love is real, fear is not.  Be patient darling with the process in front.  Remember this too shall pass,  Remember the ebb and flow of life.  Nothing's forever, everything morphs.  Life is precious and so are you.  Will you trust the lessons to unfold?  Please little darling do breathe and bloom,  It's all part of life's joys. 

Let people be, let people shine,  What do you care who they love?  Let people be, let people rise To their shiny thrones And dazzle us bright.  What do you care what people do with their lives?  As log as they're kind and happy,  We should let everyone smile wide.  Stop the prejudice. Stop the stares.  Embrace the colours and the love in the air.  What would the world be if we let people  Be happily free?

  'I just can't pretend to be All the people think they see.' Calm, Nathan Colberg She never felt at ease Rushing around in her heels. She felt she was always behind  With accepting the soul-crushing life.  Despite the recognition and Rewarding words,  She felt like she didn't belong To that world of pressure and the ticking-tock.  Nothing she did was ever enough To make people listen and value her mind: She was too kind, she was too soft,  In the world of grades, she was a 'naught.' She cared about her soul who Begged her to go home, and To step away from the bells, Those very short breaks. She had a breakdown, her soul was in pieces,  She could no longer breathe and pretend it was easy.  How could people live this life?  How could people rest at night?  This life was not for her,  She had to run away.  She felt like a failure and eventually  She learnt that she was a brave little soul Because she did what many couldn't d...

She trusted, she knew The path of her ancestors Would guide her through;  She did fear, she did not know,  But she trusted her higher self And the universe's boom.  The calling was real,  Scared she was but she felt It was time to breathe and act.  No longer time to waste On things that drained her soul This little one learnt that  A long, long time ago.  Books she read,  And wrote a lot To make sense o f things That would help her grow;  She listened, she observed,  She asked questions and let shame fade away. The journey was not plain, there were shades of gray. People stared and made her shy away But she knew she didn't have to give in to  Their ignorant, fearful ways.   She craved the flow, she longed to fulfill her call,  In kriya she wanted to live and  Her vibration she rose.  Sun, moon, the stars in flow,  The ebb and flow of the universe's song.  She prayed, she heard, she could not let ...

  A robin, a quirrel,  A seagull, a crow.  She is surrounded by nature And do they know:  They see her cry, they see her fall  But they never give up on her hopeful soul.  They visit her often, and often they see  How hard she tries, how she wants to be free.  Tears, smiles, journaling, plants.  Ever forward with what brings her light.  A song, a look, a  few seconds of joy;  They always stop by t o let her know:  Always it flows, n ever it stops.  Life is beautiful s o never let go. 

Inspired by the book Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng Everything I never told you Everything I hid away Everything I masked with smiles Because I was scared you'd walk away.  The darkness was very present  But you never saw it rage,   I was careful not to worry you With the sharpness of the knife I held. I was embarrassed, I was ashamed That I was weak, that I gave in.  I wish you had truly listened. Now it's too late.   

The change was real: t he light, the dark.  The juxtaposition m ade people tear up.  The world stopped: t he ying and yang. The lockdown life w as all we had.  No planes above.  No up or down.  The distance remained: n ot close but far. The world stopped. D eath, no life.  The lockdown life w as all we had. ... Nature had been crying And begging for a long time  Before we listened and cared enough.  Dark consequences, t he unavoidable price:  Masks, queues, sanitising our hands; Anxiety, depression were all around, We were forced to give up the wholesome hugs.  The lockdown life was all we had.  We were in limbo, we did not know When we'd be out of The unforgiving unknown.  The uncertainty was oppressing  And many gave up Leaving behind a promising, rich life.  The menacing dark w ould patrol the nights,  Jump on the weak ones And devour their scars.  Dark visited me many a time But I tried to hold on, h ol...

The Darkness, the Light, Inhabited her body, The Darkness, the Light Inhabited her soul. Traces of both c ould be seen at points,  Never afar, never alone. Edging on danger, s he'd let her roam But she'd known  her Darkness Would not r oar f or long. Light struggled a nd lost many a war But never gave up on the girl's soul.  The battles would go on for months on end, She knew that in her mind she'd keep them safe.  Away from the stares, away from the world,  Jekyll and Hyde would coexist in her soul.  And so they lived,  Her Jekyll, her Hyde.  For years to come They made her who she was.  She learnt to live with t he ups and downs,  Bravely  navigating her  light, her dark.

  I might, I'll see...  Remember me  Tucked away in the corner of the tree Where the sun shines and darkness falls,  Where secrets hide and truths speak. Remember me In the shade of the oak tree Where the birds sang  And you loved me. Remember me on the shore, on the beach Where we saw ancient boats And the wind blew me. I might, I'll see... I'll come back in the whisper of the trees,  You'll see my shadow, you'll see my smile  I'll never stay away for long enough.  Remember me singing amongst the trees,  Dancing to the sound of my own feet,  Running around,  Wild and free,  Wishing forever to be Free,  Free,   Free.  

 'Home isn't a where, Olive. It's a who.' Wyatt,  The Book of Two Ways A soul, a person, an everything. Home. A who. Not a place, a house, a country, a continent. Home isn't a where, it is a who. Home is the magical, spiritual, physical connection with someone and the sacred space created as a result of that beautiful interaction. Many people would instantly think about someone in a romantic way -and yes, of course that is natural- but we need to be our own home first.  Belonging to ourselves first and foremost; loving, cherishing, nurturing ourselves is the foundation for balance, harmony and happiness. To fully love others and be able to enjoy a healthy and fulfilling interaction with them, we need to love ourselves first. It can be hard, I know. But once you are willing and committed to embrace yourself fully and do the internal work consistently, you can mirror that acceptance and love towards others, feeling confident and being comfortable in your own skin.  O...

You're my blood lighthouse.  Always my guiding light. My protective guide, Day and night, North and South, Tear or smile, Never really afar. You're my blood lighthouse. Always by my side, East and West, Up or down. Always the light, Never the dark.

I knew. I just knew. I felt it in my bones And in my soul. Stardust. Smiles. Maybe we crossed paths in another life.   I knew. I just knew. We walked, we laughed. We shared, we opened up. As easy as breathing It was between us. Stardust. Smiles. Magic and expanding love. Minutes turned into Unforgettable hours And I undeniably knew, it just was. More than a year and a half has gone by now and  I want to continue walking by your side  Into our infinity to come. ...   Meet me halfway In the intersection of our dreams And keep holding me tight, Forever and now. We’ll venture into the fray And into the wild. Excitedly  we’ll leave this land behind, Together I will fear not. To satisty our unquenchable  Thirst for adventure, Forward we’ll go: We’ll walk, we’ll climb, we’ll run; We’ll enjoy the sights And proudly we’ll smile. We’ll keep making memories, Well create unapologetically. We’ll laugh when lost in translation, And we’ll ...

The sky speaks to me in fluffly clouds And thunderous lights,  In the warm breeze And the teary-eyed rain.  Nature is always there for me,  And I know how to be with and within it. No judgement, just existence.  No pretences, just my essence.  No mask, just my bare soul.  When all is lost, When my soul begs,  When my eyes water And my heart aches There is no place like nature  To bring me back to myself.

May 17th, 2021   Yesterday, as I was falling asleep, the word l imbo came to mind as I thought about how I've been feeling. Limbo is defined as uncertainty and, for the most part since May started and I 'officially' disclosed how I'd been feeling, I've been engulfed by uncertainty in all its shades.  Letting our darkness see the light, exposing it to others undeniably positions us in a place of such raw vulnerability that it is tempting to retrieve into darker dark and battle with our demons on our own. But , being human is about letting people who love us and care about us help us, it is about acknowledging that in those dark moments we move forward on the wings of our beloved ones. The more we let others in, the more we lean towards the light, the more clarity we will start embracing and the deeper our breaths will be. The more we let others in and openly and graciously receive their help, the more they will steal a smile from us and we will start to let go of ou...

 'Ancient Egyptians believed that the first and most necessary ingredient in the universe was chaos. It could sweep you away, but it was also the place from which all things start anew.'  Dawn,  The Book of Two Ways   Chaos is the place from which all things start anew . Pause. Take that in. Chaos, that which we instinctively run away from and profoundly hope we do not have to face, ever. Yet, if we do not face chaos we are not alive. Chaos is the motor for change, the undesirable but fundamental cog in the universe's ethereally and impeccably designed machine; chaos is that  which will be the undeniable catalyst for new beginnings. Chaos helps us move forward. Chaos challenges us to grow. Chaos is part of us and we are part of it because in the universe everything is inextricably interconnected.  Our humanness will viscerally lead us and tempt us to fear chaos but, spiritually, we know that chaos is growth, renewal and, ultimately, life. Chaos will challen...

  Let the sun rise up And let the moon go to sleep. Let the wind sing and blow And let the trees drop their leaves. Let the snow come And dazzle us with its touch; Let the rain cry And renew everything  With its touch. Let the mountains Stand strong and Its inhabitants Rise and fall. Let the birds chirp And sing their enchanting songs, Let them remind you What you’ve known all along. Outside my window I daily see them, They greet me, they come and go. After all They’re always here to Remind me to appreciate the Moment and then Let it all go. 

Run away,                                              Far,      Far,             Far. Disappear, Leave           all               the pain                              behind.  How easy it'd be To not face the blinding dark,  To emerge on the other side  Where I can once again smile. It's painfully hard to breathe  No longer know how to feel alive. I've asked for help Though now I feel Like retrieving into darker dark. But that'd be umbearable  And would destroy the life I used to love.  Easier said than done To face my demons, to undig the past,  To face fears, to process the dark. It's hard, it's painful. I want nothing  But    ...

As soon as she entered this world,  She innocently walked down the path.  Giggles, big rosy cheeks and curious, brown eyes,  She marvelled at everything And would make everyone smile.  She could never have imagined The immeasurable joy or  The heartbreaking pain of all the Experiences she would navigate Leading up to her present days. The range of tears, the range of smiles,  The depth of her pain, the depth of her laugh, This juxtaposition of light and darkness All made her who she was: An intricate product of her unique,  Exquisite path, a soaring-high bird who would sometimes vanish out of sight.  Retrieving would be easier but never for too long a while,  She could never stay away from her  Beloved circle who saw past Her weak smile and her aching heart. Grateful she'd always be for  The unconditional and ever-flowing love,  The undeniably bright light That would consume her dark.