2012 Evolution – Day 18
mothertongue silenced, hidden or far flung
its musicality, crucial histories, lost poetry
dusty bibles recording deaths births
umbilical connection to specific piece of earth
travelling, morphing, uncovering fragments of self
as the distance from and definition of home grows
propelling soul into new soil, spirit to new planes
learning in leaving, the severing and love in the return
2012 Evolution – Day 17
To the girl locked behind the door of self-doubt
the one downscaling her inner voice, her intuitive dreams
depriving herself of sunlight, sea air, the company of trees
constantly yearning for more quiet, solitude, replenishing sleep
I whisper : awaken my sister, listen, come out
To the woman holding onto to the pain of her past
the one paralysed by the rawness of fresh mourning
reinforcing her patterns of blame, brewing righteous bitterness
burdened, imprisoned by her own fear, unforgiveness, regret
I whisper : awaken my sister, let go, walk away
To the goddess within all women, waiting to be recognised, embraced
the one who will not show her face or need to shout out her name
resting in the knowledge that it is a courageous journey to this meet mirror
anticipating the return of all daughters, sisters, mothers who’ve lost their way
I whisper: I am afraid, I am here, I am home
Spontanei-Tree
Trees
Poetree
Complexi-trees
Centena-trees
Liber-trees
Sexuali-trees
Sensuali-tree
Possibili-trees
Communi-trees
Humani-tree
Galax-trees
Mys-trees
Synchronici-trees
Divini-tree
Simplici-tree
Infini-tree
2012 Evolution – Day 16
Life spirals, dancing us into and out of dreaming
We weave within then outside of each others’ radius
Not knowing when the leaving or arrival will occur
Or believing it is possible to lose the scent
Forget the intimate vibration of someone
You spent years of your life, shared your temple with
In the end, these circle remains unclosed, the people
Perhaps less visible or central to your voyage
Moving on but never actually completely gone
Then unexpectedly synchronicity recalls
A person, a place, a chapter you need to revisit
And in those visceral moments you are reunited
You are alive and awake to who you once were
Sight, smell, even taste returns incinerating the distance
Evaporating all the you-s you have become
Inside the woman sits the smiling girl
Inside the man runs the laughing boy
Life spirals, dancing us into and out of dreaming
We weave within then outside of each others’ radius
Not knowing when the leaving or arrival will occur
2012 Evolution – Day 15
Think train. Think carrier. Empty at birth, rolling from station to station, varying speeds, some longer stop overs. Think of filling up that blissful emptiness with all kinds of clutter. More than half of it actually not in service of your progress. Think travelling lightly. Think light. Feel the security of well-made tracks for grounding and smooth movement, swift covering of distance. Think freedom to acquire and to release, unhook a load. Renewed steam for the journey, unpredictable destinations, especially if you trust the linear navigation but expand your view to widest breadth of lateral observation. Drink in the view, fresh perspectives, distance from what is the past, how rapidly the present blurs into yesterday, last year, more than a decade ago. Sense the welcomed gravity of learnings, the anchoring of knowing even as you head confidently into the great unknown, towards all you are yet to achieve, to become.
Malika on BBC Radio 4 tonight at 23:30 about Stillbirth matters
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b019f6jc
Catch Malika’s input on this programme and the issue of stillbirth or tune in to BBC Radio 4 tonight at 23:30 if u have internet radio access. Maybe u know someone who would benefit from listening to this. Also send feedback to me via himoon@yebo.co.za OR Borrowed Angels Healing Innitiative FB page. Peace.
BBC – BBC Radio 4 Programmes – Something Understood, Starting Over
Paul Bakibinga explores loss and how to get going again after a major life setback.
2012 Evolution – Day 14
If u give me a year, I will write a poem a day about rain
How this sky water has nurtured this Earth daughter
A willing captive under layers of clothing, in boots, around fires
Under umbrellas, she can only think of songs in response to these showers
Internal waves of gratitude that she is privileged
To have a range of options for shelter, so getting wet
is a chosen delight not an insult to her skin, a dampening of spirit.
Naming her firstborn son after this source, she knows
how so much grows when like water, like tears, you surrender to the flow.
2012 Evolution – Day 13
Time is my oldest tutor. I have been enlightened in some moments, but mostly a slow learner, certain lessons taking me more than a decade to grasp deeply enough, so my life reflects this level of digestion. Some heart coaching has strengthened this infamous core muscle, yet its inner workings remain mystery, escaping the vigilant radar of my brain power station. With my body as canvas, Time makes certain facts obvious, still my eyes only see what they are ready to accept and receive.
2012 Evolution – Day 12
My gradually ageing hands tug
at delicate crisp dead leaves clinging
to the still green stem of the potted creeper
in the corner of my carport
I cannot tell if it is the bent back stance
or the way I mutter to myself
tossing away the brown fronds and cobwebs
clasping the assortment of rocks and shells
on the surrounding bricks and blue ceramic tiles
or the confident speed with which I separate
the dead from the living
the obstructions to growth
unafraid of meeting unexpected insect
getting my hands muddy, spending this precious time
focussed on this task
instead of seemingly more pressing matters
waiting at my desk
and perhaps it is all of these things and finally
the involuntary humming
spiralling up from my chest
which reminds me, viscerally
of my grandmother nearly six years gone
her unforgettable unwieldy garden
the evocative, heartfelt gospel songs
she wove into her weeding and seeding
her blanket of green wrapped around the house
continuously infused with her extra-ordinary history
my extended family’s expanding trove of memory
dedicated to my gran Margaret Myra Conning
(6th January 1915 – 7th August 2006)
Find my tribute track for her here http://malika.co.za/music.html
2012 Evolution- Day 11
Moon dragon dances
Swirling in and out of view
Under night sky canopy
She sings you closer to me
Me closer to you
