by Rev Alisha

Tag: poetry

  • the body is the epiphany

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    As we continue in our season of Epiphany, a season of pointing to Jesus’ divinity, we come to a story that reveals Jesus’ authority when, on the Sabbath day in Capernaum, he enters a synagogue in Mark 1:21-28. Here we see that Jesus teaches in a way that astounds his listeners, teaching them things not…

  • If there is no heaven

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    If there is no heavenI will be at peace by gazing up at the galaxy long enough so that the stars might remind my matter that it’s made of its dust. If there is no heaven, All will be well if mountains masked by low-hanging cloudscontinue to remind me of truths hidden and spoken out…

  • Turn Around

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    How many timeshave you turned aroundlooked backseen the magnificentin the microscopicheard the music accompanied with every momentmagnified into the sensational serendipityof the seemingly simple? Have you wonderedwhen you walked on waterwhen birds showed off their strut or their streamline precisionwhen nests reminded you of your own need to rest?Have you stoppedto fall on your kneesbowed…

  • The Goddess’s Prayer

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    Mama, infuser of Heaven on EarthHallowed by your Arms of Wonder and Warmth.May this Home be our Home,as we open to the Sacredness in its Simplicity. Give us nourishment to live into this reality.Help us let go of the toxicity separating ourselves from othersfrom our own selves.A toxicity that eludes us from this reality.Lead us…

  • The Yin Within

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    Climb up the mountainwith every stepcloser to the cloud of unknowingundoing everything you ever thought you knewundoing everything you try to hold ontooh malice and measure, the monotony, the manipulative madnessof man, of male, masculinity and misogynyall this energyand enter into the cloud of unknowingits darknessas night fallsand moonlight starts to draw you into its…

  • Fear of Flying

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    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…

  • Stand Tall

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    We have become a travelling peopleLetting our curiosity curate over centuries of consuming culture and clan and the colonising of what we cannot understandTaking anything we can monetise and raping the Land. Stand herewith us awhile. Stand talldo not let our ancestors take the fall for what we can still fixas mixed peopleas Caucasians combined…

  • Tell me the story

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    Every nightI listened to the twists and turns of words wound with wonderstories that snuck in before the sleepingenlivening my dreamingwith kingdoms, castles and crystallised candy But now that I’m wiserI read actual articles articulating artefactsof automobile atrocitiesof fact and forecastsinformation that never lastsnever remembered Unlike the land of miracles and magicof my grandmother who…

  • This Fish Bowl

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    I haven’t written in a while. It’s bee hard to articulate and respond to the world through poetry or prose as Melbourne went into stage 4 lock-down last Monday. I have found myself lost trying to figure out what’s happening in the mood or energy of this city and the mood and energy within myself.…

  • These White Walls

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    I like small spaces, with white wallsand windows bright and protrudingso the sun and banksia can illuminemy heart. This small quiet place is where I like to startand sit and continueno other voices, no peoplefor I am a quiet soulwho likes to hear the sound of her own breathbreathing my bodymy beautymy being. ButI also…