Pause

 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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Lapis lazuli

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

 

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 December Moon

 

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.

from a nearby garden, here in Margate

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

https://www.spiralleaf.co.uk/welcome-december-by-sue-cartwright

The Frost

 

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/)

November

 

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

surrends

As I go

 

As I go 
gently, deep, into the wild
inside of me,
the further I go
the calmer I become.
As the wild is dark and light,
a thin veil of shadows,
past and now,
the me in me is both;
duality of darkness and brightness.
Let the me inside and out shine,
for within me the warmth is pouring 
like wax melting, magma, lava,
through fire, desire, passion and fierce creativity,
with great density and integrity.
I now see, what are real and unreal,
a time of serenity and clarity.
As I walk into the sage woman,
the Goddess of all is chanting,
screaming, dreaming, crying, 
dancing with all the moons
she danced with, and more
and more
and
more.