Poems & Visuals

_DSC0385Energy

Like waves.
Entering. Leaving.
Moving.
Always moving.
Potential and possible.

I listen to when.
And follow its flow.

Open doors.
The passing passes.
I let things come.
And go.

This is my house.
This is my breath.
This is my dream.
This is my dance.
In. Out. Up. Down.

Around
And around.
Always.
Around.

Connecting.
Transforming.
Playing.
Sounding.
Living and dying in one.
Cellulairily. Relationally. Energetically.
Basically.

I was.
I am.
Dying to be reborn.
Broken to germinate.
Closed to open.
Left to come.
Sent to receive.
Allowed allowance to present itself presently
Now.

Language broken open.
Is it not fun?
New space.
To breathe.

This is all. All is this.
Never empty.
Always pouring.
Flowing.
Filling.
Fertilizing the ground
Under my feet
In my heart
And my bones
For my green
To grow.

Fresh life
Eternally
In, of, around
And out
Of me.
Around.

Always around.

8th of May 2019

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Dying

We need to practice dying.
In this life.
Study it.
Practice letting go.

Otherwise.
And how
On earth.
Should our cells
Otherwise know
How to let go?
And stop growing.
Growing.
Growing into
Eager
Always growing
Cancer cells?

We need to practice dying.
In this life.
As a playful exercise
Of renewal.

Shed your skin
Said the snake.

Let go.
Give up.
In conscious surrender
Of what you cannot know.
Yet.

The world was
Never really flat.
We just
Played hide and seek.
Too long.

Pretending.

Dying was
Never really the end.
We just cannot
Numbed by the alarm clock
Remember what we dreamt
Last night.

6th of May 2019

 

Texts & Visuals Leela May Stokholm. Al rights reserved.

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