Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

My name is Fatma, but you can call me Guye. | 24.02.2024

I hear you loud and clear, you watching the tree’s talk to each other and blame it on the wind, its fine this way you think standing feet rooted to the door step of your home you take a deep breath, —knock knock.— Come in, and kindly leave your shoes by the door in this household we like to feel again, come in, respectfully gage my attention I have been known to follow my heart the days talk, come in, and let’s talk about why gardens are metaphors for ours this one is for bodies that feel their souls as they succeed themselves, —come in, leave your mask in that fish tank you won’t be needing her here. This home has been known to challenge what you think you already understand.—

It’s not Spring yet, so I’m having to find a reason for the lilac roses and rays of tulips from each exchange I received for good behaviour. —Funny is me accepting it thinking is this what it looks like to be among the living.— Come in, she explains your thoughts have been wondering where you have been, you can’t help but feel guilty about not wanting to stay in silence in the pit of it all, they don’t warn you about the living, instead they say come in reminding you to smile at every opportunity this is how you also make it here, I have been taught to navigate a world that does not find my intelligence important instead I hide it away in public, in environments that are flawed with systems that benefit to take. I want to be able to live without people grabbing at my being thinking they are slick with their blood dipped hands pat my back, laugh at me I mean with me, think it must be the food we are eating slowly rotting us from the inside so we forget what nourishment looks like, so our body stays shiny sick.– I have been counting headaches, my body aches from making choices that feel like they are attacking my body, I am attacking my mind, my mind in my heart and my heart on my mind, this is how we see them for who they really are, all of us navigating a world that was not our first home to begin with. —My name is much sweeter when it leaves your mouth, she reminds me.—

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

Solidarity for Spring | 31.11.21

—When I think of the human existance an impeachment of the pain we each go through the word that melts my mind is always the same.— The age in which we go through learns to grow across our steps, we haven’t always seen them as they are now, and for that we are grateful. Some of us have been through more than we could care to share, yet we are still choosing to believe each painful reminder at a time; teaching ourselves our many lives back to our spirt (present), our heart, even our mind our soul our unforgettable home, least we try to remember our self in this presenthood. It is going to be the first day of spring tomorrow. I have been counting the days of my next birth, breathing in another age fills my mind first before it reaches my heart. When I am dremt in milstones I remember just how much of a greeted tone it is to be where I have become it in my world first, which is to say, —I am invisioning my furture as I exhale into my present,— such is the nature of nurturing in the Sping in late November. We are the garden of birth and growth, we seek to heal and bloom wherever it is we please, some will want to give us tangible names call us —the fire of the calm between the oceans.— Which brings me to my next charm, the benevolence of those who think to keep you frozen, those who say snake tongue think to viper your name soil mixed with their spit spiteful and cheap yet we still finding a way to birth the skill of patience, the seasonal bloom is for honest bodies with —inner peace flowering out of their minds, we do not talk about this enough here.—

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Entry #17 Covid has me unemployed after being employed and Im trying to get myself yet through another chance and restoring my livelihood when it is being threatened. How are you all doing?

So I just lost my full time job because I put in my resignation for my current full time job due to covid my timing could not have been anything but perfect, can you hear the sarcasm in my typing. I had a long drive from work today thinking about how life makes it possible to have so many fall backs and lessons with your own mental therapy about an outcome you so deliberately planned for, thinking about how this sounds so familiar back in 2019 dragged until 2020 and not until that year toward the middle I finally found ripe security in something I had wanted for myself so bad, I had worked so hard I deserved this chance. I was driving home from work today after what felt like a long shift thinking I worked so hard to get back to right where I began and for the first time in my life of downfalls I could not cry about it. My mentality lead me to lead us out of this mess the only way I grew to know how and that was with my strength to never give up on myself. I told me myself “I will never give up on who I am becoming and never give up on myself now. I have been hurt and down this rabbit hole of despair I will not fall for its old tricks again or at all I am better than this, I know I can get myself out of anything if I really wanted to so here I am getting myself out of yet another attempt and my livelihood.”

This is to us, those who once had a job and are now struggling with how the pandemic has handled our livelihoods. This is to us, we will make it out of this too I strongly believe in myself and I strongly believe in us, we have got this no matter how you look at this we have got this, no matter how it feels we have got this, there is always opportunity wherever you look, keep going this is no time to stop. Take some time to ease your body, soul and spirt about this, and as you’re calming down, adapt get yourself back to where you belong and that is being the best version of yourself for who you’re becoming to be.

Fatma.

Melody of Being Animate: Poetry

“Must be nice” said fire. | 19.8.21

It must be nice, to sit and think in silence I wonder what that could feel like, I wonder if it feels like a realisation or a thought. Sometimes I like to sit in silence with my thoughts and wonder if this is what it feels like to wonder and realise in silence; then I say out loud, how could it be this, how can we measure silence without bias we can’t understand its body let alone find it however we know its worth we have seen its values and we are wanting it for us too, –so soft, I think it must be like watching fire dance alongside its smoke, it must be something about its solitude in its own silence measured by an instinctive nature I wonder what that could feel like, I wonder how our thoughts come to us in a dream time and we sit in silence wonder at its values and measure it along side our solitude, I think our solitude is like a fire and we are the smoke that builds to rise and fall as we breath to allow instinctive nature. –Play with me.

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.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Consent is not a weapon. | 16.7.20

It is not your fault, if a life forces its weight on you without asking about your breath it is not your fault, your hurt from them is not your fault, when you watch your blood speak about this experience and your body shakes from bloods words it is not your fault, stand up and walk away from blood, your life is important, your health is important, do not allow blood or life to take away from your trauma, I want you to understand what happened to you is not your fault, the suffering in those horrific moments are not your fault, you’re strength in your own life be proud of this, I want you to know the stability, the healing, the growing, the ache, the love that you thrive to wake up to and survive to live is a blessing you are giving yourself, your power in self will generates so much gratitude and hope never looking back you’re so much more, you have always been becoming hold your love, stand tall in your power and always move closer to your light, you have always shown great hero inside yourself by doing it all and never letting the noise in the background hold you back, I want you to remember who you are in these moments. -Watch over your life in the living, take good care of your safety, nobody is allowed to disrespect your whole being, your survival for living in any capacity. Strive to center your inner self always, promise me this much.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Tell her everything, she is yours to love and yours alone. | 9.4.20

When love keeps you up at night, I want you to gently close your eyes and again imagine what love believes into your soul so late in this night, so much divinity at play that it has been known about false desires before it ever knew about how divine a love that could love this touch of sweet scents, a beautiful mind comes to learn its way into sweet spots, makes ways for spring into us both, a gentle reminder we make sure it is not always for all the reasons so sometimes our reality can test our type of love for the unconditional love we are yet worthy to receive-, When you hear voices of careful words that cascade into reflecting shimmers a lot like believe trust its feeling here the most, your soul is more than a capable shell, she can turn mindless chemicals of careless wish fullness into post dream landscapes right before your pain, trust her vision for you, when you entice loves intuition and deems you its light, be ready, what is yours learns to whisk you away from its magical ways I want you to trust that fool for loves true entirety, love without unconditional growth is not always enough, witness that your type of love will keep changing and you’re to challenge the universe back each time it makes passes to teach you about tasked lessons you become soft for such an intensity enough you will meet into its lost wishes guided in the heart of timely courage, people who have learnt to become enchanted endearingly into their homes first know this fiery will power, we are knowing of how deeply it commands at both freedoms, love is about the courage to love without first-, Are you ready to surrender.

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.