clearing energy within the self can often be as easy as this poem describes -
triggers are signposts to the self to look deeper within, in this case just awareness was enough, also an internal visual self hug works great
our natural state and birthrite is to be joyful - we create and experience our suffering through our personal perception of the world
a humid thickened into heavy air cascading density, nary room to breathe feeling triggered and irritable i paced and lay prone shifting from vertical to horizontal knowing what i felt was fear something, somewhere deep within not panic or pain or terror but the random descriptive of aware heightened senses, feelings acute suffocating in the coolness of this basement room were bits of suppression and constriction it was time to move i stretched and spun around the room reaching beyond these moments of gloom attached to this house and wistful landscape exit myself and pouty lips observe a depth of deeper still and face my inner tense and in the moment that very moment when i stopped and looked it was all so personally obvious and absurd and completely ridiculous and just like that it vanished for it no longer held an unconscious power it was only a recollection stuck unrelated to this day triggered by the density long forgotten in my cellular memory i stretched and touched joy just there, at the fingertips glowing golden and expansively breezy life works in humble ways and the imagined splendor becomes my reality and you know what, i enjoy its beauty
like the last verse very much, and the description in the poem. 'i stretched...' is how i relate to the intro and poem i think - and in breathing, the sunset and moon rising this evening was something else...enjoy reading your words Debby, thank you, Nicky x
our mind can do many things to us, both good and bad.
getting up and moving around, realizing it was only a memory.
excellent write of introspectional versitility.
When one can stretch out and touch joy with the tip of the fingers...
it is like holding and unconscious power which will perform in so many levels, even to the acute.
Georg
This is so descriptive of what takes place that I'm in awe of your ability to write of it with such ease. We truly are our own thermostat and if we temper our feelings accordingly we can do wonders. Masterful writing Debby and great art!
You are a complicated artist ... I respect that!
The creative process is an enigma!!!
A self hug?
Sounds like creative implosion!
I know this space that you write about dear Debby ... feeling oppressed to a degree but also open to any tidbit of inspiration that may manifest itself as dew on morning roses.
A way to use your mind for silent communication. Speaking about the methods in the book I have used since a young age.
21st Century learning. I also have a GoFundMe page to ask for funds so I can research with other people and add their experiences
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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I, too, believe that we were created to be happy. This poem encapsulates that concept. I especially love the last two stanzas.
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
Peace,
Dan
getting up and moving around, realizing it was only a memory.
excellent write of introspectional versitility.
Walt
Love Tinka
it is like holding and unconscious power which will perform in so many levels, even to the acute.
Georg
How true that is, on so many levels, each and every day.
Eileen
The creative process is an enigma!!!
A self hug?
Sounds like creative implosion!
I know this space that you write about dear Debby ... feeling oppressed to a degree but also open to any tidbit of inspiration that may manifest itself as dew on morning roses.
Bless you dear Poet!
Richard