when we retrieve the poetry of our experiences, we become gatherers. We become storytellers. Moe Clark
Tag: Poetry
finding myself
I feel like a puzzle I haven’t yet found the pieces but the picture so far is beautiful I get to iron out its creases as time goes; over and over it unfolds and folds back into itself as I find myself collecting my pieces never finishing the puzzle.
meditation
Let go. Let go. Let go. Surrender. Your body is heavy as a rock. Sinking into Earth. Breathe. Breathe again. Hard. Let it all out. Let it go. Surrender. Open your heart. Let it heal. Breathe into its healing. Feel the expansion. The blossoming. The spread of wildflowers blazing. Breathe in possibilities. Breathe out all […]
it’s Flow, obviously
Hello darlings, So much has happened since I last spoke. I spent two weeks visiting my brother and sister; I started conducting workshops for my community development course; I started teaching art classes to elementary school kids; I kept up teaching yoga, practicing yoga, swimming, painting, reading and writing. All the while chaos was unfolding […]
Intentions
It is a beautiful morning to be alive. I write down goals and intentions every day before starting on anything else. This morning, it came in the form of a poem. Here it is. Intention I am spontaneous I am courageous I take back my power Earth, I flow with Her I am healthy and […]
raw
I just wrote this poem. why do I long for that look in your eyes?to feel youto hear you sing the way you do? why is it so hard sometimes?to leave youwhen I know I need to simultaneously why do I revel at the clear blue skies?for infinite possibilitiesdaisies and commonalities seriously I […]
Tips from my favourite poet…
I beg you, to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live […]
Reinvention by Nikita Gill
Reinvent yourself.Over and over again.Plant new wildflowersinto your spirit.Set a wildfire inside yourselfand then regrow.Take the wildest thing about youand nurture it till it blossoms.Tend to the sea that residesinside your heartand listen to it’s stormswash you anew. How else will you let goof everythingthat causessuch terrible harm.If you are still living inside the old […]
Silence by The Obsidian Kat
Silence- the bones on which to hang my words, my early morning treat. The morning sun- the kiln of inspiration, the fuel to fire my imagination’s artist hand, painting day’s future perfect. I bathe in it, the silence and the sun-dress in it. The grey cat regards me with his yellow eyes and nods approval. […]
receptive
I started this painting two years ago. A self-portrait. I’ve always been obssessed with this design, and I’ve always been obssessed with the idea of becoming a plant. Of transforming my body to be able to photosynthesize and absorb the power of the sun, transforming it into what I need to survive. At one point […]
