Time and Being

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It won’t always feel this way,
Glittered hearts falling from the sky,
Flower petals etched into the concrete
After the rain like butterflies or stardust.
 
It will hurt to walk, to breathe,
The sky’s weight will be unbearable,
So you’ll try to shield every part of you,
And then it’ll all come falling down.
 
The rain has no message,
The leaves and petals are leaving this world
Without a second thought
About who will witness their passing.
 
We are human; we imbue
The colours, textures and sounds around us
With our own histories, until
They sing or grasp or wail,
 
And it is all we can do
To look at what we have made
And soothe our tender heart, and wait
For our ever unfolding in time and being.
 
– TS
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Who We Are

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the breath that knows no breath
the step that knows not it treads
the shadow unaware of the dark
the growth that sees not its rise
 
the sun that does not light itself
the moon free of her revolutions
the earth that has not a home
the sky that fears not its falling
 
until i can take you to this place
where we are untethered and free
i stand with you, hold your hand
i honour who you are, who i am. – TS

The Beauty of Loss

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A memory is not
a hole
or an empty space
creating fissures
in the wind,
anymore than a flower
is its missing petals
that discovered
their time to say
goodbye.
Why is it we look
and regard the world
from a place of
such wholeness,
only to complicate
what is absent,
or no more?
It is the full vitality
of what is
that allows even
for our experience
of loss.
We are always
what is. – TS

Gazing the Shadow

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sometimes we wonder
about the shadows
 
the carelessness and
the whimsy of their reign
 
the way they cast a pall
of darkness yet move
 
so freely, appearing to dance
as they vibrate free of gravity’s
 
constraints, hardly tethered,
at all, to the plodding weight
 
of us, who birth the shadow long.
sometimes i want to free myself
 
of me, to freeze spacetime and
shed my contours, flatten and expand
 
as i lie down, right on top of my
shadow, no longer burdened with
 
the pulses and streams and biology
that catch in the light just so, and be
 
naked, and be with all that brilliant
sun without getting seared, and be
 
with the darkness without the fear,
and soak it up for holy reckoning
 
our shadows don’t need a chance
to play, but they do. may we dance
 
with our shadows, learn from their
lightness just how free we can be
 
when we enter the darkness
and truly learn how to see. – TS

Her Being

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there is in the one
something of the fragile
the alone and frightened
afraid for its beauty, perhaps,
how it is received
and how it fills space,
the edges and contours of self
and so her dance becomes
a solitary one, she moves
with hesitance, supported,
if that, by her groundless
reflection
 
but in this one!
a beacon, a ray of hope,
not for her isolated quality,
out there under vast skies,
no, but how she invokes
precious reminder and inspiration
how in her beauty she allows
us to see, once again,
the all and the whole of Being,
the balance of forces, the
winds of all directions,
in this her cosmic self – TS

Find the Forgotten

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And we soar
to the treetops
and beyond
 
Having forgotten
to reckon with
the earth’s beauty
 
(Which is also
the beauty in us
and of ourselves)
 
And from here
in the clouds
we pause to rest
 
Breathing deep,
finding in soft places
the contour of us
 
The mystic dance
between our freedom
and our sublime
 
Incarnation. – TS

Into the world madly

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Sometimes I feel
the questions ready
to spill over,
a mess of things
that have no answer.
Times like this
my thoughts paint over
the world around me,
and the trees are not trees,
and even the sun
is not what it is.
Where is our bearing
from here?
So I work backwards,
not in anger or with
any great resistance,
and leave the questions
where they are,
and with a gentle heart,
go out into the world
to find it again.