The wishes of the soul are springing,
Allow the pause
feel the pause
~ between ~
the inbreath
the outbreath
... ... ...
allow to create
from that space
where nothing
is everything
Looking,searching stillness
less still, anxiousness
restless, not in this moment
yet
analyzing, oversubscribing,
unsubscribing, uninstalling
paying the consequences
confidential content
share and likes
instant, distant,
blurs and sketches
seeing through the lenses
of insecure existance
exit the stance
exit the insta
roll away from scrolling
feel the real and not the reel
feed the post inside what is most
neglected parts of me
which is lost in the ether
where the cloud stores the data shit
fossil fuel, digital carbon footprint
global emission, streaming live,
just text and post, re post, dive
into the ocean of vlogs, shorts,
google, youtube and all the net
that can't fix, nor repair
the damage is done
yet
pause
think
and then, don't
just be the flesh and bones
muscles and nerves
the eye of the storm
the ear of the sound
the inner fluids, blood pumping
tinnitus shrilling
listen and stop
let the force of plasma slow the junk,
space debris, shed away,
away with the shit skin
away with the shedding
away with the noise
and pollution
this is the solution
time is the essence
qualiti and stillness
from within
no interference
airplane mode
silent alert
switch off
sleep mide
rest
be still, embrace the silence
embrace the stillness
pause
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Long before your world had borders or names, I was carried out of the mountains like a piece of midnight broken loose. Traders held me up to the sun and saw constellations caught inside my blue—golden sparks of pyrite shining like the memory of stars.
They believed I was not mined, but found, fallen from the heavens.
In the temples of Sumer, they crushed my surface into pigment for the eyes of goddesses—Inanna’s gaze lined in my celestial dust so she might see both worlds at once. Kings wore me against their skin to steady their judgment. Scribes pressed my blue into their tablets, calling upon me for truth in word and deed.
I traveled to Egypt, where they said I was a sliver of the night sky placed upon the earth. Priests used me in rites to open the “Heavenly Ear,” where the divine whispers could be heard. They set me in amulets for the dead so the soul could recognize the stars and find its way home.
I remember Cleopatra’s pulse against me.
I remember the prayers of artisans shaping me into the Eye of Ra.
I remember the pharaohs who trusted me with their dreams.
I became a stone of vision.
A stone of sovereignty.
A stone that refuses to lie.
When you hold me now, I do not soften you.
I do not blur your edges.
I do not hush the truth.
My gift is clarity that cuts through illusion—
a deep-blue knowing that rises from the marrow of your being.
Sit with me, and I will show you:
the truth you already sense
the wisdom you keep swallowing
the voice you muted so long you forgot its sound.
I illuminate what is hidden.
Not gently, not faintly,
but with the stark honesty of starlight on a moonless night.
You may feel me in the throat—
the old place of power and proclamation—
where your words gather like birds poised to fly.
You may feel me in the brow—
the inner horizon—
where intuition uncoils and begins to move again.
But wherever you feel me, know this:
I am not here to comfort you.
I am here to awaken you.
I am Lapis Lazuli,
the night sky made stone,
the keeper of ancient wisdom,
the voice that rises from the dark and refuses to be silenced.
Hush,
listen, listen carefully,
stop, and breathe,
be the silence
that is now,
rest and dream;
oh, the stillness
is sweet indeed
a luxury, a comfort
and all is needed.
Hush, now,
safe in Mother Nature's arms
return home,
to yourself.
Hush,
no needto explain, elaborate,
no need to make excuses,
just pause,
and slow your heart beat
right down;
it is not death, maybe sleep,
restore, prepare
for the renewal ahead,
not yet,
not yet
...
if only,
let time go still
hush
Still,
so still,
this December Moon,
tells me:
do slow down
and rest,
find peace and be quiet.
And so I breathe in the sun, the frost, the cold moon and the stars
and dream of pine scented forests and snow...
the snow...
as I do love winter, you know.
Welcome December
The first day leading to the shortest of the year;
When we are born again and a new life cycle begins.
Waiting for the light, we commemorate the hope it brings.
Welcome December
A peaceful time as Nature's creatures hunker down;
Starling murmations, mesmerising in the sky;
A Cold Moon shimmers with star clusters, way up high.
Welcome December
Bare trees, trellised in patterns on icy fields;
Robins hop from branch to branch, singing their song;
Nature's landscapes, etherically beautiful, quiet, surreal.
Sue Cartwright
Spiral Leaf
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I am the frost
that quietly settles over the land,
the silver breath of late autumn.
I call you to stillness,
to honor what has passed
and what is fading.
In the hush of shorter days,
you may gather the wisdom
of endings,
the gentle strength
that comes from letting go.
Let your heart rest in the quiet,
and know that even in what appears barren,
seeds of future growth
are held safely within me.
Listen, and carry my guidance with you.
~The Frost
(from https://www.instagram.com/friendsoftheforestct/)
Blow winds, blow
Slow, keept it slow
find the flow,
breathe in, breathe out,
let it go,
let it go.
Let it wash away, all away
dance and sway
and shake it off;
the solar flares
the night sky glares
the intensity.
Embrace it all
the the lightness
the stillness of the air
with softness
with so much gratitude
all things pretty and fair;
the golden sunsets,
the twilight,
the purple nights
the fairy lights.
November,
remember
the reminder
to shed,
don't be afraid
to let go and
feel the earth below
how it tends
and holds
my body
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