Daughter of the goddess

There is the quiet sense of the seeds of power in this being's mere presence. The being I inhabitat. Daughter of the goddess, bringer of karmic clearance, the placekeeper of the brewing intensity of creation before it manifests into existence. There is acceptance for the pervasive sense of unbelonging for it means a duty to...

Killing Hollow Joy

How long do you think you can prosperin sunny days devoid of responsibility,you who run from the weight of what you owe,the debts you’ve buried in your shallow graves?Do you think the light of day will blindthe shadows you’ve left in others' souls?You feast, while the reckoning rises in the dark,and still, you turn your...

Luna’s Lullaby

I see you. I see all of you - the radiant, the wild, the quiet, and the stormy. Right now, I know the world feels heavy. Your heart, fragile and beautiful, is carrying more than it should. But I am here, always here, to take that weight off you, to soothe every ache, every tear....

Reflections on the Riverbank

On the riverbank of love, the Five of Cups reveals a painful pattern. Two souls, lost in the shadows of scarcity, neglect the radiant landscape. The river's soothing melody, a reminder of life's abundance, goes unheard. Its gentle currents, carrying laughter, warmth, and shared moments, flow effortlessly, yet unnoticed. The empty-ness of the cups being...

Misery as a prize

"Let women be, let women be! To be a little nurtured is all women need." Echoes of the voices of my past lives' husbands mock me. I once told them all, that in some future life, I'd find the love they never gave me. I'd find the sturdy rock of a man's heart to rest...

like grains of a sand clock

In the lull of night's embrace, she stands on elevated surfaces, her essence entwined with his, a symphony of longing echoing in the silence. She surrendered herself to him, body and soul, but in the depths of his gaze, she felt a fleeting sense of insignificance. Physically intertwined, their bodies succumbed to the delayed gratification...

Meadows

written on 25th March 2022 You are like a painting, drawing poetry out of me. Like it is an absolute necessity that I write about you, for how could I not? How could I not speak about our lukewarm hearts. Not too cold, not too hot. How can I not verbalise the meadows in your...

The awareness of our heartbeat

I get mental images of lavenders, sometimes lilies.  Like I’m holding them up or running through them. We seek all the suffering, pain and rough edges.  All that make us the grandeur presences that we are.  Yet, sometimes. We hold our hearts out, waiting to feel the peak of love.  Hoping time slows down for...

We will never have seen it all

written on October 16, 2018 Very few times, even the whole world and all it depicts feels like a cage. When you feel like rolling your eyes at every element that has been discussed under the skies and over cups of either coffee or tea. You feel like rolling your eyes at science and quantum...

Replenishing

Artist - Kristel Bechara My salty lashes flutter in my sleep as raindrops chatter.  There is silence whirring in places my bones used to ache.  Distant echoes in my mind in the place of present voices.  My aches now have no name, no cause, not much to say.  My skin is unrecognisably familiar, my woman-hood...