{Replenish Your Soul}

The words are all lost

Floating through time and space

Like little pieces of me

Come and gone,

nurtured and grown

Then….  left out in the sun to wither away.

Time does that. It withers away and takes with it what you can no longer hold onto in this life.

Your sense of purpose will alter. Your sense of self worth will be distorted and mismanaged.

Your dreams will lose their memory and your memories will lose you.

The desert will be endless drought, but the walk will be worth it, for the water will taste better.

One drop will be worth an ocean, and the mirror won’t matter anymore.

The forest within will eventually grow back and flourish, for it will contain a thousand new seeds that weren’t there before, and all the colors will radiate with an intensity so deep, the earth will sing songs of satisfaction and approval and the dance will go on, with an enthusiasm like never before.

Oh the dance will go on and the Earth shall sing her song.

 

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{August}

The parks always returned her to herself, gently,
cautiously.
The wisps of wind singing her song of solitude,
As if an anthem of praise
As if embracing what the self became in isolation,
it's truest form raw and untainted.

The sun made her aura glow- a reminder that she could still shine, even in the darkest of times.

The trees reminded her of life within moments of stillness and heart
in the core of empty fields in isolation- glowing, growing, showing and flowing.
The wind always knew where it was taking her
A silent pact between heart and soul the path was always set, unknown.

{Rain-glow Nation}

As the heavens opened and the rain fell for days on end, it was like Mother Nature had felt her spirit, once again….

“Peace and Love is the 60’s man”,he laughed mockingly. “That’s hippies”

Maya had never felt so shut down. Everything about her personality rejected in one swift wisp of ignorance. How could a community call themselves Christian if they did not believe in peace and love on a daily basis. Respect. Dignity. Maya’s chest was growing sore from the tension of the little daily rejections of pieces of her soul. Maya thrived from every colour and aroma diversity brought to this world. Maya understood where they were coming from. She knew it all and did not need the reminder, but the only belief system she had ever really internalized was peace and love, which ironically she had learned from the very place that rejected aspects of it. Maya understood both ends, she believed in both ends. Maya, the maybe-girl. Maya, the fence sitter. Maya, the believer, the hoper, the dreamer ,the lover, the mystical being who was still waiting to be taken away to a place outside of this tarnished realm.

The rain was always a mystical something, thriving off emotion, building emotion- a constant push and pull. Some days magical cleansing fairy sprinkles, other days just wet muck with the worst intentions to drown your soul from the outside. Today Maya decided to let the rain wash away her frustrations and relax her inner being. She most definitely would NOT lose magic over this. Maintaining her inner magic had become a priority, especially during those moments when she felts its absence. Only her magic would get her through her daily trials. Only her magic could make rainbows appear after the rain.

{Sorry, I got lazy/distracted with where ever this was going, Peace and Love to ALL♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥}

{Image by Adam Ellis (@adamtots)}

Follow The Wind><Keep To Your Heart

Maya Jane simply could not bring herself to comprehend her new surroundings.                 Life kept nudging her towards new things, but she had never been quick to adapt. She simply smiled and nodded until she her comfort zone had been rebuilt. Maya was down under, way, way down under…. Australia down under. Everyone was some shade of white or other, barely a shade of brown to be seen. Maya did not understand. Where Maya came from, she had only ever truly thrived in brown communities. Down-to-Earth souls living in the real world, not some overly materialistic ideal built by ignorant fools. Where Maya had come from she was perfectly acceptable just the way she was.

Maya had a loving aunt and uncle and perfectly well bred cousins, their faith as strong as a thousand walls of Jericho, but the twenty first century was nothing but vile and filthy to these most pious individuals. Maya’s entire personality may as well have been blatantly satanic. Although she said nothing behind her patronizing smile, she knew, according to all of their discussions that she listened to all the wrong music, was into all the wrong ideals(peace and love was simply not enough), practiced the wrong type of Catholic living by abiding by current canon law, and it went without saying that her (attempted hidden) tattoo was simply a disgrace, never mind her lifestyle she had most enjoyed with her friends. Maya was on another planet for sure. What was this world where kids wore tailored clothes and pearl earrings on a daily basis… Sure, behind every counter was a friendly face, but where, in a realistic world was everyone happy… Why had her cousins left university the minute they were enlightened to the secular world out there…. Where was the spirit of human compassion and understanding of diversity?

Maya was not going to conform. She would simply wait until she moved to where her job was taking her and create that free-spirit lifestyle she so longed for. The world had convinced her that she simply needed to keep going, this place, that place, wherever, whatever, she would simply just keep going where the wind took her, just as she always had.

Ex Tempore.

I’ll do it later….

Series were binged.

Days came and days went

I’ll do it later….

Functions, excuses and conditions took a stroll down that path too

I’ll do it later.

Holidays came and went

A friend or two

I’ll do it later

Exhaustion took over her every particle.

I’ll do it later

Dad came home

Later.

Bro came home.

Laaaaater.

Exams and due date strolled up hand in hand….

Just give me time….

And they too, like time, went on by.

Rain and Rainbows*

It was raining hard outside, on and off, as if Mother Nature was in some sort of hormonal rage. Maya was raining too, first gentle then hard, on and off, just like outside. Something about that word had hit her like a slap in the face out of nowhere. Immigration…

“He’s coming home to sign immigration papers”

Dad had been across the ocean for months at a time. Maya hadn’t cared. It was all “maybe’s” and “mights” for the longest time, months, years. Maya had lost track because Maya didn’t care. Until that stupid word. Until Maya was completely alone and mom would be away for the next week. Maya was doing so well with the thought of being home alone… until alone meant a mind raging with “what ifs” and “where to, what now, what about me….” .

Maya had bigger things to worry about…. bigger “what ifs, where to, what now, what about me’s” to worry about, but dad… Daddy… What then… What now….

Kitty purred alongside Maya, rubbing her face against the shining screen. For a cat, she often had more human compassion than cats are given credit… As if Kitty just knew when Maya needed a little extra attention.

Maya let the music flow, wondering where all the dead conversations had drifted off to. She glanced at teddy, knowing he’s gladly keep her company for the night, just sit quietly in her arms and do his ever-ready teddy job. Teddy was cool like that.

The rain had stopped outside, or perhaps it had just gone gentle. It had stopped inside too, or perhaps just gone gentle. But rain was rain, cleansing for just that time. A necessity for all that what bright and colourful to come.

 

{Feel The Light}

Maya Jane sat on the ocean floor. As she waved her hand over the sand, she watched each grain float gently by, like a lost feather, drifting, searching for a destination, then landing in slow motion.

Maya Jane watched the bubbles leaving her mouth and nose every so often. It amazed her how the smallest, most simple parts of nature, could hold such beauty, such mystique and awe.

Each creature that passed by had its own allure, its own secret magic that made it worth its existence.

Maya had always felt peace under the water. The golden rays of the sun, like an overturned bottle of glitter made the entire experience surreal, with all the treasures magnified by each drop of water that made up this sanctuary. The seaweed swaying to and fro had its own serenity to bring, changing its rhythm as the ocean current changed.

Any sound that could be heard, only held the most calming melody- whether a swoosh, whoosh, blip or bloop, it only brought calm. No doof or boom or slander or harm, only an ever present charm.

Maya lifted her face to feel the light, took her hand for a stroll through the rays and let it glitter up her soul.

As the sun resigned for the day, the evening moon came out to play, guiding her back with its ever-comforting glow, quieting the shapes and spaces, allowing the world to become a dark blur, and shining only her, making her whole*