My heart is breaking, it’s left me deplete,
Deplete of sleep,
We can no longer reach,
Deplete of fear,
Deplete of pain,
Devoid of faith or hope ever again.
Humanity is deplete,
Time to hit Delete,
Deplete is our Mother.
of her Creations
that we reap,
Lets start a new elite,
A race of human where all are rich,
Rich in love
”Darker days are coming, time to retire to the cave, to rest, to read, to contemplate.In the stillness of the dark, all that is at unrest can be revealed, released and healed.The Dark night of the Soul shatters all blocks to pieces.Creating space for dreams and fantasy’s to be re-seeded..The soul recharged and ready to rise with dawning of the, spring Equinoxal sun. As you stretch and yawn, a new time again has just begun”
Love is like a butterfly, beautiful, flighty, transforming yet fragile as its wings.
Take care that your actions don’t alter it’s path, that your words, your breath don’t blow away the magic dust that keeps it in-flight.
Respect it, admire it, marvel at its wonder.
Never loose sight of your hearts thunder, to do so only pulls you both under.
Love is strong, bound by galactic interaction so look to the stars for clarity and traction, and to your heart for love, in action.
May all beings be love
I can’t bear the fuss and noise of life,
The complicated mess of it all.
I crave simple.
I desire peace and stillness
All this striving and pushing and needing,
Is not for me.
Give me a shoreline at dusk,
A forest at dawn,
A still silent night with the stars overhead
And the warm, slow hum of Gaia beneath my feet.
That is all I need.
Give me food, shelter and myself,
I’m done with the rest of it.
I don’t need or understand any of it,
It snarls me up inside,
This toxic greed for more,
More, more, more than you need.
I’m done with it all.
Give me the freedom to spread out,
Gently, lovingly and with relief into the space
Of me, give me this and no more.
No, don’t give it to me!
I take it, no more, no less.
I undertake to take nothing
That is not mine,
I only want to pull all that is me,
Into my heart, into the core of me,
I’m sick of being other than me.
I’m tired of the 3D contamination
That taints me,
It is time, time to simply be me.
So go where you will,
You that is other than me and my kind.
Leave me in peace, alone,
Just as I am.
I’m sick of it all, physically and emotionally.
I have no desire for this world,
To change it or to find my place,
None at all,
I’m an alien here,
I must be me, free.
Insanity and sanity nudge into
Your intuition is trying to show you,
What is real.
Can you feel into it, sense what is so?
Don’t discount the whispers,
They are your lifeline out of here,
They exist on the knife edge
Of joy and despair.
© Sue Claughton, 2016
Oh hot and bubbly bath,
you call to me like a siren to a sailer..
soon my love, soon…
I will languish in your warm liquid nectar
as the bubbles, absorb my woes,
swell and burst in a rapturous POP!
Then tickle my toes as they sink, down under.
Tirelessly you ease my bones, caress my skin and ease my soul.
For you dear bath and life giving water,
I remain for ever humbled and gracious of your treasure.
For some, this luxury may never come to pass.
Of this I am reminded, as water meets ass.
Be grateful for the things you take for granted, and make sure your feet are firmly planted
Within the space we call our heart, relax into the sublime wonder
Till it’s time to pull the plug
And free the grime from our chakras
Around it flows in a spiral
Free at last, that stuff goes viral
Back to mother earth as she breathes in and clears the path.
With thanks I step away and laugh out loud at what just came to pass. 😁
Happy World ‘Poetry Day’ everyone 🙂
What is your favorite poem??
This is mine…I invite you to read the Invitation ❤
By Oriah Mountain Dreamer
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
And if you dare to dream of meeting
Your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
For love, for your dream,
For the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
If you have been opened by life’s betrayals,
Or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain,
Mine or your own,
To hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy,
Mine or your own,
If you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty every day,
And if you can source your own life
From its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure,
Yours and mine,
And still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
Weary and bruised to the bone,
And do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the center of the fire with me
And not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
From the inside
When all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
And if you truly like the company you keep
In the empty moments.