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Published on 1st November 2019



Run!

We escape the crowd

Committed to solo time

For a ritual long planned

And held sacred

We scamper

Nearly adrift

The wind carries our lighthearted

souls and soles

Over the rocks

And alongside

This ultima sol.


Arrival

A landing

The clouds break

Blue sky

Sneaking through the gray

A whisper

Of worthwhileness

Worthiness;

winter’s death eventually breaks way. 


Wind blown and weary

Joyful

attacks our faces

With glee,

And free(dom)

We are learning to claim

And see,

And proclaim.

Survival.

Arrival.

Thrival.

Community and the tribal

lets trust break through

To be seen

Known

And shown

The way. 


Long roads

much digging

Internal spaces

Softness uncovered

New darkness met

Mirrored in unfamiliar faces

Unwanted other-ness

And yet

We’ve all arrived here.

Together

Held and stitched and melded

In harmony with dissonance

Resonance

Turbulence

And brilliance.

Carrying ourselves

And shells

Companioned by past and future

Making our way more deeply into the present. 


A necklace

Earrings,

Long carried,

adorns,

Reminds,

Testifies to the unwind of

what’s been

Long buried. 


Less adrift

This gift

This moment

All that we’ve sift(ed)

Instead of running

Away

We bound towards

Forwards

Headlong into glee, and the sea.

Ready to break

With the waves

Into all that is free

And beckons

Within us. 


Transformation

Our destination

Reunification

With our truest selves.

Silence

And listen

Witness the sun

along the water glisten

Weary and

Worthy

Warrior and

Earthy

Rooted

And radiant

We bleed and rebirth

Unearth

Our great wildness

Release our wise childness

Receive our deep gifting

For us and for me

Spirit precedes us

Receives us

We walked long and hard

To achieve: us.



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