Tag: art
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These Boxes
When I was a child I was given boxes to grow intolike sinewon bone so my identity might takesome sort of shapein the chaos of society’s landscape. And as I grew these boxes defined mereminding mewho I was resigned to be.This helped a little so I might know how to cross the streetso I might…
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Fear of Flying
My biggest fear is not being heardfluttering aroundbuilding nests with twigs I found from this ground Myselfsinging loudlysinging proudlylike the birds we take for grantedpart of the furniture of this worldwe barely notice anymorethe miracle, the magic, the musicof flying. I lied: my biggest fear is flyingSoaring through the skyshining like silk shimmering in the…
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Impostor Syndrome
Who am I? What am I? How did I get away with it for so long? The only person I managed to fool was myselfand now I’m left with the impostor. The shell of the thing. Now that there is no more striving and achievingI am left with myselfand I thought I was so much…
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Dreaming Gaia
Waking mildlyto the morning dewthe condensation of cold and comfortpressed against my chest. I am finding it hard to restto sleep wellto dream without pain, heartache or angerof past lovesof past friendsthese dreams that never end. Last night he returnedthe man, the father, the partner the loverit is always a man, the foolwho I end…
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A Creation Story
Crossing ocean, river, sea,circling world, the deep, dark emptyabysshow did I get here? Herewhere life is one big playwithout director, musician or script writeI fumble along without linesno black scratches on whitepaper. So I tryto move through space and timescratching my story along invisible linesHopingthis story is part of the playone note, one letter awaywhere…
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A Name for All of it.
I amI am all of existencefluttering, frolicking, finding rest in this freedomof body, of spaceof connection to placeI am I amnowhere else but hereThere are no ifs and butsbecause I amthe only place I could ever bein your arms, my arms,rocked gently in cradle by Land and by SeaI amnowhere else but here. I amfalling…
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Christ the King Prayer
Oh Holy Mystery, The oneness who comes in forms of delicate twigsbirds’ limbsthe tadpolesthe octopusthe galaxy that swims. Help us see, too, the power, the kingdom, the righteousness of ChristNot hovering above or beyond but deep in bodiesbeneath and beside. Bodies of tiny thingsvibrations of stringssomewhere deep within. Help us know not by our minds…
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United and Tied: A Tribute to Saint Francis
You who lives and breathes in the heartbeat of a tired horse, in the flutter of a black-throated finch and in the deep dark eyes of a Tasmanian Devil. You who has no bounds, who neither lives far away and high above nor hidden in the complexities and competition of intellect and cognition. You who…
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Somewhere Deep Among the Forest
Somewheredeep among the forest, the bush and the birchwood, buried below boulders,you can smell Yahwehand you can hear her humming the wind, dancing the stillnessbreathing out life through her endless foliage. Beneath this bark, in her boundless galaxyis life, death and her invitation to eternity. Here in the decay of leaves, limbs and dirtis the…
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Presence in Pain
Holy motherThe one who nurtures us in her wombBirther of the rocks, the pebbles, the pedals and all the people placed and knitted into this world. This world. A world full of complexities, of creatures and creativity. There is so much to live for in the beauty of these crevices. We can feel it in…
by Rev Alisha 