silence

To Sway Not

~ Emma ~ Leave a comment

Sit in silence, do not share, do not speak, do not follow those who say it is how to be.
Your body knows what, how, when and where.
The truth will always come when no one is there.
I am here, there, everywhere and nowhere, breath is the answer, let go of the noise, the sound, the chatter, the clatter, the smell of the unwise.

Perforated minds filled with nonsense and scatter.
Swaying your hands to grip what they believe matters.
Sit in silence, observe the feeling, the emotion and the messages unyielding.
Listen I do to the sound of water, only oceans, only waves, only currents, only channels, only drips and splashes directing me inward, outward, dancing alone.

Splatter the landscape with torturous methods to peace, the story is wrong, the way has you fooled.
Seeking guidance is no such thing, guidance and protection, wisdom and worth, not found in any one thing.
Listen carefully because she says this without doubt, without hesitation, but who is she?
She is your angel, your teacher, writing the story to alter what you thought you knew, believed and understood, she does not lie, she brings too much truth.

Shelves full of the same letters, sprawled together in different parts, stating the same, same, same, differences.
Listen not to the letters you can touch. Listen harder to the letters that dissolve the pain through silence, listening, and jumping away from gain.

How many times have you felt the wind and the sorrow of voices full of love and affection yet, hungry for more because the temperature still drops below freezing.
To warm the water, movement and redirection towards the unknown and the words of no one.
Step back from what instructs, what they perceive as perfection and correction, and look to something that isn’t in the realm of comfort or rule.

Forever the same questions, same damage, same outcome, different souls, same path, what if there was another answer.
Believe in what you will, read, talk, forge your path on stilts.
Who decides for you, who decides for them, who decides this is truth?
My truth is not yours, your truth is not mine, choices and actions, choices and actions set you free or keep you caged.

Human is matter, molecule, chemicals of quantum on a platter.
Serve it. Do not turn the page.
Sit here in silence, do not share, do not speak, do not follow those who say it is how to be.
Your body knows what, how, when and where.
The truth will always come when no one is there.
I am here, there, everywhere and nowhere, breath is the answer, let go of the noise, the sound, the chatter, the clatter, the smell of the unwise.

Heated Debate

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New sights, new smells, but sounds?
No sound. Vacuum sealed shut, inside a tropical greenhouse
where the air is the only language I hear. Its voice is…hot.

Hot syllables, hot paragraphs, hot articulation,
hot communication. This language very new,
what stories it must have and want to tell. Who will listen?

Listen I will, you have my attention,
I hear and understand your tone. I won’t interrupt your thoughts
and will let you explain your sizzled feelings. You breeze, I breathe.

Breath of humidity and your voice cracks.
Sorrow I hear combined with relief and peace. You speak so slowly,
softly and calmly. What a beautiful pace you set with words.

Words I can touch, taste and see. Like rays of colour
shining into my bloodstream, filling my cells with rainbow brights
and jet stream energy. This conversation I will not forget.

Forget the last time your temperature of tone went off kilter.
Forget the way you feel ashamed for losing your composure.
Forget the time your thunderstorm halted my journey home from the waves.

Waves, the way I hear you the loudest.
How you drive your words into my mind straight up from my soles,
my sandy steps, I sink, and you fill me up the more you say.

Say more to me, it’s a story I have never heard.
No need to apologize for waiting for so long. Our timing is right, and
I’ll listen until you’re completely finished and you feel free.

Free to be who you are in your heated, tranquil and soundless glory.
Just because you’re quiet, just because you keep things in,
does not mean there’s less to tell or you are less, there’s so much to glean.

Glean I do from you. You held a fire then with a sword put it out,
as instructed to. Sweet air there is nothing to fear. I understand your frustration
but I see you are now clean. The fire is out, the ashes cleansed, an established purity.

Purity in your mind for finding these words to speak to me in such delicate nature.
I’m listening carefully and I reiterate your messages so you know that I know,
this exchange is perceived with perfection.

Perfection you are not. Perfection you cannot be. Perfection is not me,
perfection I never want to see. Raw and honest and true is how you speak,
a comfort it is for you to tell me things you have held in and never spoke.

Spoke to like I’ve been listening for a decade. You have been waiting a long time.
I hear the splashes of laughter underneath each sentence;
There is trust, fairness and acceptance.

Acceptance, belief and surrender is all that there is. A harmony in
energetic language understood only by those who see. See with their nose, their heart, their fingers and their feet. See using their gifts, mouth wide open hungry for release.

Release it all and let it go. You no longer have to search for someone to listen.
I am here and have given you permission. Tell me everything, you are safe with me,
I hold that promise.

I promise.

Seeing Without Scars

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She knows what she needs to do.
This task, this ask, this duty is owed to her.
She knows what she needs to do.
So, why is it every time it happens her mind goes a blur?

Captive to thoughts, ideas, fantasy.
The little twang of regret every single time.
The position of her heart, now needing a canopy.
The frailty of emotion resting on a dime.

Over and over the cycle continues, no one at fault.
The spike in chemicals reminiscent of lost hope.
The downshift and comedown, like opening and closing the vault.
She thinks of this as a supposed easy thing to do but, nope.

Why oh why does she fly in a sky full of unruly feathers and scattered dirt?
When really, her soul is calling her to the sea, alone and bottomless. Free.
The decision each moment, to be what is known, causes hurt.
She is stronger and faster and will no longer agree.

She knows what she needs to do, but it is taking a toll.
Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, it is not for her anymore.
Letting go, a triumph of will, mind strength, resisting the pull.
This year of fire and of stallion, causing massive movement and heated chore.

The race to find peace among chaos and intensity and false lore.
One more taste of the divine to set her free at last.
The momentum strong, but consistency is a bore.
She wants it all or nothing at all, and settles for a moment, in the comfort of the past.

Staying right here, right now, seeing without scars.
There are people waiting for her, she is not deaf.
The silent gift of seeing, knowing, keeps her outside on Mars.
She cares deeply, wants you to know, but she’s different now, take a breath.

What appears insignificant to some, strikes her like a thorn.
She is wiser than what you imagine, even then some, and more.
Stop the chase, the controlled wall, just let it all go and be torn.
She isn’t like the rest, she holds gratitude and grace and loves to restore.

She knows the battle well, it continues day after day.
But today is different, this day is saying, “say what you say, it will all be ok.”
Trust in a higher power, the guidance and the proper way.
She listens to her angels; she will nurture and explode, she is on her way.