I recently found a piece of paper on the floor of my bedroom…
With these words on it…
I have no idea when I wrote them…
But, here they are.
I want to sit with
You
In surrender
and
Love.
I come before you
oh, Breath,
I come into your
rest
Oh, Creator
I sit with you
Oh, Word
Release my body,
as I surrender
to You.
As I surrender
to my
imperfection
As I surrender to
you Your
will
healing
and
Love.
Words: Lisa Cohen
As you wake the morning after
Was it worth it?
The stress
The panic
The fight
The turning away.
Turning away from self
From attunement
From god
From being held.
Was it with it?
As you wake the morning after
Was it worth it?
The years you have played
Hard
Crazy
Tired
Disconnected
With no time.
Was it worth it?
Waking up the morning after
Was it worth it?
The pain has arrived
The heat of disconnect
Is in my bones.
In my every breath.
Was it worth it?
As I wake the morning after
Was it worth it?
It’s in the too much
The overindulgence
The disconnect
And the pushing away.
Was it worth it
As I wake the morning after
Was it worth it?
I ask my future self
Is today worth it
For my tomorrow?
My tomorrow self
Wants to chime in too
And say thank you
For the concern and care.
Was it worth it
Waking up the morning after
Was it worth it?
The lifetime of looking back
Of concern that is not mine
Of eggshells
Of not speaking loudly
Was it worth it
Waking the morning after
Was it worth it?
The opportunities
To meet
To greet
To play
Was it worth it
Waking the morning after
Was it worth it.
The heat is palpable
The aching is a constant grumble
The waking sleep is boringly exhausting.
Was it worth it
Waking the morning after
Was it with it?
The waiting.
Waiting for others
Waiting for myself
Waiting.
The queues
The lining up
The circling
The finding the way.
Was it worth it?
Waking the morning after
Was it worth it?
Oh, the dancing
The painting
The singing
The laughing.
Oh, the Yes!
Looking into your eyes
Hugging your trembling body
Finding our safe place and space.
Was it worth it?
Waking the morning after
Was it with worth it?
Of course
Yes
And
No
Was it worth it?
All of it
Parts of it
Some of it.
Waking the next morning
I ask my future self
what she needs
For it all to be worth it.
For the joy
To be worth it
For the pain
To be worth it.
Waking the next morning
I ask my future self
What she needs
to feel embraced and heard.
Simply a look of concern
A thought of care
An embrace of connection
A voice of laughter.
Was it worth it
As I wake the morning after
Was it worth it?
Only with Love
Only through Love
Only because of Love.
It is Love
That imbues worthiness
Only Love
Only Love.
Words: Lisa Cohen
This is the story of two little girls
both rendered useless
both powerless
both voiceless.
One little girl
who’s hair was golden
whose smile infectious
and mind remarkable.
One little girl
who shared her space
who’s private life was on display
who slept and awoke
within the noise of the day.
One little girl
who needed to escape
who hatched a plan
who dreamed a dream.
One little girl
who lived a little dead inside
who had no place of her own
who’d private was everyone’s.
One little girl
who paid the price
who knew the dark side of loyalty
who lived to escape.
One little girl
who hatched a plan
who lived to escape
who wanted ownership.
One little girl
who wanted to teach
who wanted to love
who wanted to be loved.
One little girl
who needed loyalty
who needed a voice
who needed her Mum.
One little girl
who needed her Mum
who needed her Mum
who needed her Mum.
One little girl who
who needed her Mum
who needed her voice
who needed loyalty.
One little girl
who lost her voice
who lost her value
who lost her family.
One little girl
who cried in the shower
who’s voice was unheard
who’s hair screamed out.
One little girl
who knew the truth
who kept it quiet
who silenced her heart.
Two little girls
who needed their Mum
who needed loyalty
who hatched a plan.
Words: Lisa Cohen
We learn most about ourselves and the world around us when we find the courage to reach into what fears us the most…
I feel you
every breath.
You are with me
every step.
You make me turn
and squirm.
You make me sit,
and you make me stand.
You wake me,
You lie with me,
You love me.
You fill me.
You are my lover,
You are my protector.
You are my nemesis,
and my evil.
Why do you visit
my every moment?
Why do you hate me
to the depths?
I long for you
You repulse me.
I calm,
You scream.
I can’t hear you!
You can hear me scream!
Speak louder
You see me fall.
You are shouting,
but I am deaf
to all but pain
and agony.
I ask you what!
I want why!
I demand who!
You tell me.
I am your anger
I am your shadow
I am your repulsion
I am your voice.
Hear me
scream me!
I am what you
fear most to reveal.
I will leave
only
when
you let me go!
I will be silent
only
when
you hear me.
Be my lover,
my teacher,
my evil,
and let me go!
Heart Break and Travel force us to open to new possibilities, to change and to God….
The journey was a trial in itself,
The distance of never ending miles,
the tracks of never ending rattle,
guiding me home.
The place that gave ME back.
That walk up the hill
full of promise and the unknown..
It was unfit for life…
This place,
ice cold water to cleanse by,
fly tape to eat by,
and the rotting verandah to live on.
It gave life back.
It was here I found
acceptance
humanity
life itself.
Sleep was not often,
but enough to rest my soul.
I sat on the verandah as long as my body allowed.
Sitting on a plank of wood,
I would stare,
dream,
praise the Creator.
I walked by the light of the sun
and sat by the shine of the moon.
Both were mine.
I discovered
the taste,
the smell,
the touch
of life.
I dreamt of staying forever,
the nights of quiet displayed my Creator,
showed me Her juices is all it’s glory.
On this verandah I found
God’s reflected Glory
On this verandah I found
God’s reflected Grace.
It was here I learnt the Divine
acceptance,
space,
lust.
I will forever bathe in the moonlight of the verandah,
I will always hold in my heart,
those who
led me
to grab hold of life
to grab hold of my heart.
Light and shade within us all.. we run from both at different times.. we embrace both at different time…This is a reflection of my own light and shade…
Like a grizzly bear
you growl
and claw
my life away.
The honey pot
so enticing
sweet
perfect.
I want you
I need you
I desire you
Your nectar.
As I turn to you,
I hear another
to hate
to terrify.
It is the forst step
that cannot be
that makes me
fall into the abyss.
The honey pot
or
the bear?
Life or death?
Everything is
life
or death!
You look
I turn
I turn
you look away.
To love is
to hate
to desire is
to terrify.
The mystery
of self
the sacred
of humanity.
I look to
the sun
while I stand
in the shadow.
Yearning.
Gazing.
Holding.
Dancing.
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