Rising from the ashes

Published on 28 February 2025 at 23:08

The new moon is in pisces today. it is considered to be a perfect time to explore creativity & self-reflection.

this month's blog contains 3 poems i've written, as i come to my final days in my beloved india.

Grief

My mother dies in my arms at sunrise

The room fills with peachy golden autumn light

I am 17.

 

My inner landscape

a landslide

an entire lake of suffering, buried in a suffocating wave of rocks, dirt and lava.

 

I run down streets in the middle of the night screaming silently at the sky

my face painted gold

eyes closed

mouth wide

neck extended.

 

I swallow all the drugs

I have all the sex

I climb all the mountains

sucking in thin oxygen at high altitude

groaning like a wounded bear, when it is -25 degrees

 

I put one foot in front of the other.

 

Where did she go?

Where do I go?

 

I go, I go, I go…

 

then I slow...

I tie myself in knots

so that I am forced to be still

 

I am so deeply blindfolded

that all I see is my inner world

 

It is time

to be the most courageous, curious girl

to finally feel, see, hear

truth

I am 50

 

A clean blade

without force

will sever the ties

as layers fall away

a great softening comes

I am love.

Fear comes on Friday

 

I hear your horn honk outside

my cells vibrate

bodyquake

I am a pin drawn to your giant magnetic body

powerless in your power

the tempting taste of terror

too delicious.

 

All discernment leaves my buddhi

I know nothing

my body talks in quivers, goosebumps and sweat.

 

All is lost

All merges.

 

Unabashed

Widely curious

Deep pools staring

Southern chocolate brown

Aeons in irises

Love in your lashes

 

To be seen

feels like love

feels like belonging

meeting self through other

we are one

 

I am that.

Full moon rising in Okuti Valley 2023.

Photo credit, my soulsista, Pip hall.

Aflame

‘Suffering is a jewel’ he says

as he feeds me crushed moonstone

 

I swallow with addictive hope.

 

The incandescent light of sex, lies & unmet needs

burns in my belly

my tongue swelling with lust

or is it just too much mango pickle?

 

My Indian lover, my karmic flame

I welcome you

 

Melt my old skin

Tear my moonwhite flesh with your dark elegant fingers

 

What rawness & newness is revealed from such agony?

Oscillating between curiosity & rage

Trying not to let the blanket of fear suffocate this fire

 

inhalation exhalation

gasping moaning

bellows stoking the embers of my first bonfire

the one where I watched the full moon, rise over a quiet mountain range

alone in my witchcraft

razing my identity in orange sparks & grey flakes of ash.

 

Now my sweaty belly is empty

My limbs smooth & golden

My head thrown back laughing & catching rain drops in my mouth

My heart knows no bounds

It has expanded beyond my chest

 

I sigh

 

Love was here, all along.

If you feel moved by these words, then feel free to share them, comment below or connect with me privately via my contact page.

If you find yourself feeling stuck in old patterns and have a sense that there must be a way to move through the difficulties, to heal and thrive, but you also know you need some guidance, then connect with me for Yoga teaching, trauma-informed coaching or counselling.

 

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