Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

22.5.23 |Affirming my reality is my superpower.

In my second world, I look however I want, there are no boundaries to my being, and I am living freely. I am living spirited and in lights, I am feeling the waves move through my body I can feel again, –I am allowed to feel again–, I am free here, I am relieved of all the earthy pressures I am in dihurnment to myself and my way of life, I see how we live here nowadays, I do not wish it upon any of you, I see how we scurry, how we drown, the way we perform to cheat the mind to air out the heart unattended because it does not fit the pressures of the world you have created for it’s vitality. You’re responsible for her heart. ‐She bleeds more water and you watch her drown in her own sea, there are fires about these stories, there is nothing left to survive in the second world we choose life over things we canot touch, in this world we do not settle our hearts we release its chains and watch them save the mind, here we encourage our body to understand its cells and make connections with its reality we do not form aliances out of favours we grant them for ourselves because we understand how the laws here work–.

–I am my most freest light here, I do not command anything. I make choices that aline to my greatest garden and I make moves–, I follow my path earnestly, I am ambitious about my soul and she watches our body grow from the experiences we have had the pleasures of becoming, we see clearly, we accept abundantly, we move freely, we are accepting of letting it all go, we do not hesitate our power anymore for those who choice to only see parts they have misunderstood in our body for their own pleasures, –this is not for us to decide–. Our power has a much grander cause of demand in justice and compassion. –I am as calm as tress, I am as calm as the water, I am, ease–.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Tamu. | 9.12.20

Take me up, talk nice to me, I want to know what it’s like to touch melt the skies that have held high my dreams — clutch, and the clouds that came home rested my tears entwined I care say they let it go forgave now, restored with our storms the scent that lingers in the air right after a heavy storm, we have become from it all, — she see’s her self so lucky she will bring her own alive back from each and every death needed sentenced demanded patience, baby go get your sun, the glories waiting it’s turns, they come according to plan, how divine, we do not yield at challenge, — challenge learns to yield before us; Before soul, right after feeding on communication with Venus, — swim to me my darling we can weather any lifetime together, — you’re never lost here only found, here we do not rain without lesson, — we will never perish, eternal are those knowing of matched power that lives from a gratitude so intentioned as a love solidarity to it’s unconditional destiny. — You chose happiness, you watch as happiness chooses you, — you watch as you create your own life, magic has never looked so grad and familiar at the same time, — has it love. You asked me once before, now tell me what do you remember about this spell. — Talking in tongue strengthens; Shhh.

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Poetry: Melody of Being Animte

Start. Middle. End. | 27.4.20

And they just won’t get it, you have shown her that you are willing and this is not okay for her, flowers that are given with actions that have learnt to groom me into thinking this is love too, we were in this together and you have lost her softness for you, when you learnt to heal for the first time you understood the word brave for the first time, that night will never be forgotten, I don’t know how to wash my eyes and start to heal from that kind of taped memory-, something in you in shifting, you’re not catching yourself from enabling habits anymore, you’re slipping and it has gotten a hold on to your heart, -you know how she feels about love, she thinks, but what about love and trauma, what about her love, we have yet to unlearn cycles, understood that tests will come and you’re to fight off this kind of love before it starts to eat at your soul, this love is eating at your soul, you know what love looks like because you are so much of what it means when it comes to self, use her will into you, do not let your path stray far from this worlds desires, we are too strong for forsaken bodies that have learnt to enable shape shifters who think they chime with our soul before they have understood the mind loving, my healing, what they fail to forget to know me is to know both my mind then my heart, with their loud hands and warm body they take with ease, think they come spring laced with forever’s, pretty words for a pretty body, we are not who we were, we know our kind body to be better than another broken love, we have washed our soul God water clean, love taken and not earned is not a love worthy of your depth here at all, caliber is earned with a heart like mind, show these wicked healing souls to heal and polity ask them to walk the fuck out of this home, but please, do not forget your manners, your trauma has also taught you to be raised better than that, to say thank you as they leave too.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Air work. | 20/4/20

Imagine meeting love again, imagine they speak the way they smile and you could almost take it all back. -remember, remember how their charm invited you to being here, to stay, how love said we belong together, that this was more than the way he looks at you-, remind you they have bruised this body so much turned it into soft enough, your home turned into something consumed by heart break, shy of love, dagger into them, sometimes also the mirror, I’ve told the universe to leave me out of their eyes this way too, I have prayed times that know I have turned my body into soft flesh, easily bruised my home when did it become this naive, who said love me, locked their eyes with mine, softly took my hands into my heart, spoke like they knew what they were doing, I thought love was their twins too, they become familiar with words like they don’t know the body is home, love resides first into me, a carefree careless air about their hands, their eyes lost into mine, this air who comes into a life and says words like hi, how are you, you look happy, as though to mean the opposite as though to mean are you happy without me, as though the eyes spoke for the second time that shift, as though I thought it mean anything but, I am left out of this conversation, I hold my hand to not be back here again, I have called onto my home told them to lock all the doors, said stay safe, they tell me the key is not under the front door it is in your right hand.- and I realize how often I have handed them the key when they filled my space instead of adding to its legacy.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Soul (black cat) Conversations | 30.01.20

I’ve been trying to understand the way trust finds its space centered into us, how it would feel to make the choices we do over our empathy and how that can make room for another way into us too, a new skill we didn’t know enough about is now something that has been done into us, we tore our layers back enough into careful heartbeats, pacing, how often is it you make these vision choices without its receiver, tell me, how did it feel, and if so what did you learn about yourself here, when you crossed paths with a type of higher self how did she taste, how often are we aware enough to sense that even we need to give ourselves the chance enough to make air for the way we move around us too, we are always closer to our soul then we may think it, this is also where we start to care for her wounds, its why we learn to nurture her teachings here too, when we look into us often we are able to give ourselves away to another’s inner child only to hear our voices out loud, only to feel lost before understanding why that is, empathy is our greatest catalyst of gratitude, learning to feed her is still a new kind of self love for me here, very quickly we know those who care enough are to never run away from within, most of the time when we are asking to be loved we are needing to be found, we do not ever mean from outside of our home first, these illusions in our 3D play on our fears and our ego fights back the only way it knows how only to learn you about what is still begging to be healed, when we surrender to face our mirror time and time again we are learning to purge we telling her our soul permission to ascend in our power, how long are you to run away from yourself until you understand that this type of love will never leave you, she is both lesson and fever, her heartache is not like another, be weary of her presence, give her too the time and space to give you the acceptance you have been starving from long before you knew its name, her love is a constant reflection of how you choose to love her first, she is a reaper extenuation of what is waiting for you ahead. -Do not look back any longer there is nothing left for her here anymore.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Cup and Swords.

trigger one is a faced mirror we have been seen in us more then we think, how often we like to look in our own eyes so we can pass through these illusions, we like to take turns blocking each others space we are left to purge its feeling and release its expectation, so often flames test her will just to see if she is still here, to know about her cup, to keep her live and well between these two realities.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

13.8.19 | Lit up identity.

Imagine a soft voice of rain, imagine a warm space with two chairs sitting across from each other, I have this theory, that if I can’t sleep when its dark it means I am waiting to dream some more, there’s intentional placements about the night that gives me the most comfort, I can’t really quite explain it all for myself yet, I find the silence asks me about my most intimate desires without any judgment, I have come to crave the way it creates our intimacy, teaches me to ache for my own soul this way first, its an anticipated gentle conversation with my body care free of interruptions, I multiply myself the most here too, and rain candidly here in love too, these nights are my dreaming fables true alter ego-, But I do not judge her process, I make room for her passing, create necessary space for another type of love another type of me-, Night dreaming is a soul mate kind of home, it doesn’t always feel like anything yet just being seems to be enough, this is reminded into us both, sometimes gratitude, some affirmations, strings that held us back watching them melt away from our tree house warmth, life seems much easier in the dark for me, much lighter up here too, the familiar Melody of Being Animate breathes much intense in here, its as though I can know the true lust of words from this silver sky, this is the wake in my care that I can burn the most present, its a cold flame displaced near others without my really knowing, an air like there shouldn’t always be answers for everything yet, I am told my body adores my soul so my path is in everything that aligns with its patience, I’ve been seen to become watchful of my own, a mindful fixer upperer mad of loyal devotion, extensions of you don’t always have to make sense of things that bewilder your identity here yet, sometimes its enough to just let yourself get carried away by the rain, its not fair on your soul to deny yourself the will it desires the most even when it doesn’t match what you need, -More than often having what you didn’t want, is having what you didn’t know you needed, what our body needs is what we want-, This is my warm Smokey candle lit essence warped dreamer in the night-, Her only penetrated fear is herself.

Entry #15: I want to tell you exactly what happened to me today, while trying to leave the house + you should know this was not the first also psa I usually cry about it alone..

22 july 2019 at around 2pm – 230pm – Spring in late November.

I had built up frustration for months and feeling unsettled within myself, so I set out on this day, a Monday to self care by going to Dymocks at collins st book store to have coffee browse around, read and walk back and forth wanting to buy more books.

My morning started out pretty alight. I was still stuck with that type of uncertainty and off mood/ irritation but honestly I had been waiting for this Monday for a few days now and I was determined to leave the house and head into the city. So I meditated with the headspace app for 10 minutes before I did anything else, gathered my energy to getting ready for my self care day as planned. It took me longer than what I had decided on, I kept doing small things like changing what I was wearing, feeling conscious about how my body fit into my clothes, and wanting to take advantage of the winter sun I put on my make up looked at my eye shadow criticised it so I took it off and applied my foundation over it unhappy but still hopeful, and I packed up my bag pack ready to walk out the front door.

As I closed the door behind me, my headphones in walking to the station I started getting into this mood/ energy that was so strong it started to take over my body. I kept walking and thinking I just need to get onto the VLine and I’ll be fine, I just need to get keep walking I’ll be fine,once I reach I’ll be glad I did this for myself. I needed to believe this so hard. Because I had been staying in my own environment and started to feel stagnant and too comfortable with despair. I walked about nearly half way stopped in my path, looked down I wanted to turn back so hard, its as though my body was begging me with all its got to please turn around and go back and try again with another day locked into my mind. I felt so compelled, I went into the side turn not far from home, stood there and calmly walked back home. I opened the door and I remember thinking I miss seeing my dad, I missed his voice and his big hugs, his laugh and being next to him. So I walked into his space and sat on his chair positioned right outside a window facing our corner backyard. I heard my mum make her way into the space and ask me what was wrong unable to answer her I eventually started crying quietly with my headphones in and her hands wrapped around me. In that moment I knew why I was so upset, I heard words say “I can’t even leave the house” “what’s wrong with me?” my mum asked me again what’s wrong? this time with her eyes red and I just sat there and cried hearing “now you’re worrying her for no reason” I cried some more settled down and walked upstairs sitting on the floor with the sunlight beaming inwards. Mum asked me again something must be bothering you, is it a feeling talk to me I’m here for you is it a feeling she asks again. I look at her my eyes ready to cry again and I say “I don’t know, I don’t know. Im fine, I don’t know what’s wrong.” and I tell her it’s okay I’ll be fine for the fifth time, thinking and knowing I just need time to be alone for a while. And then I got hungry, so I went to an all you can eat with Nadren.

Fatma.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

It’s a nice idea, but it doesn’t exist: reply| 19.3.19

I want you to think about this for a moment, think about it the same way you hold yourself, after you having given yourself permission, the same way you crave your own attention, I want to you to think about how you let something so untrue into our being when there are words like humility, trust, like honesty like dreams, words that had no meaning until you assigned it its divine correlation, how often you smack your mouth in the name of words like healing, words that had no specifics until they aligned with your intentions until you found its meaning, how careless are we enough to believe things if not for who we are, for ourselves first, can we not seek this much, I hear this statement so often and I wonder about the love they have in them first, the dreams they have given life, I remember moments like the milestones we take deep breaths after, how close we are to achieving something we have manifested for so long, how good this feeling is, that it is both real and out of this world, when we mention words like love and someone else why is it so hard to see, I mean like we tell ourselves it doesn’t exist when we are seeing it come to life in so many people, we must understand outcomes like timing and love, see its attention to detail and notice its perks, who says these words know the bitter taste it leaves in its mouth, between clenched teeth, has been here before, is both unrequited and swear to leave this feeling alone, to never know about its meaning, when we question words like love in all forms we are confirming notion of its opposites, we are denying facts based on heartbeats, on a changing person, we are allowed to change, we are allowed to heal and move, love is not conforming it does not have strict synonyms it will eat the alphabet alive then rearrange its meaning just for you, be careful with perception, the mind is both the truth and a liar, your heart is both armor and silly, trust in your intuition, be honest with your body, you’re coming out of a closed state this way too, lean in to learn yourself to choose love over its definition too, can you hear me okay back there too.