When we are apart
I am a riotous mess of emotions,
Love crashing against a distant shore,
Lust exploding from the depths of my being,
Rage erupting with volcanic passion,
An oceanic sob of despair.
When we are apart
I am a riotous mess of emotions,
Until you take me in your arms
And whisper your love in my ear.
Loving You is Easy.
Loving you is as natural as breathing.
One thousand kilometres between us
Yet our connection bridges time & space,
As we dance in a world of our own making.
The Sky Dancer.
I am the sky dancer at home in the stars,
Traversing lightly,
These realms of Earth.
Descending for those flickering human moments,
Before playing in dreams once more.
I am coming undone.
This is as it should be,
An unravelling of all the threads
Given to me by others,
Often unwittingly
Woven into my tapestry of life.
In the beginning a Seed is planted in the darkest place within. The Seed is warm and happy in darkness, its hard impenetrable shell protecting it from the incessant noise beyond.
Around the Seed things happen. Things come and things go. But things are simply things and are of no great consequence to the grand scheme of life.
The Seed, even in its dormancy, sings a quiet song. Its song is only recognisable to those who can hear, and those who can hear are not yet listening. So, the Seed hums its song and waits.
You are the Beloved in sheep’s clothing,
I see you still.
You are the unsung song,
I hear you still.
You hide behind mountains,
I show you the path.
You drown in your sorrow,
I am your raft.
I am not here to save you,
You can do that.
I am here to hold you,
To listen, to guide,
To uplift.
To share deep wisdom,
Bolster your courage,
Shine my light on your shadows,
So, you may come home.
Kirsten Ivatts 2023
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