Category: Poems
These are poems I have written over the years. They represent hard won insights from psychotherapy, spiritual practice, and medicine journeys. Most of all, poetry is how I find my way back to the inner voice of my heart.
Days turn to months and months into years. Unconscious life is a blur, speeding through a mind projected continuum of self, time, and space. Moments of spiritual connection, fleeting yet profound, are medicine. Like little pauses of rest from being dashed about by the momentum of the unconscious mind stream. I take them with me as little poems. The dear wish of every flower stem isn’t to march forever forward into infinity skies, but to halt; peel open the walls of its tunneled continuum into a blossom of openness to this one unmoving moment.
Working towards publishing or self-publishing these in the near future.
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Loving the Pain to Light
Hey locked vault of unwanted feelings, I sing to you this love song. You are welcome in my heart. Hey locked vault of unwanted feelings, all pent up: you are welcome in my heart. I am ready to feel you fully and allow you so pass through me. Hey locked vault in me, filled with…
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Just be.
There’s no one… …to love you, to acknowledge you, to save you. There is no thing… … to fulfill you, to claim, to value or give meaning. Here is all you have. Now is the only moment there is. Be grateful for each breath. Just be. Without identity, presence is self-fulfilled.
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Spontaneously Self-Manifesting
None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these feet, nor these legs. Not the chill of this wind. None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these streets, nor the sky. Not these trees. None of these spontaneously self-manifesting phenomena are me or mine: not these hands, not…
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Reciprocity: the Invisible wall
Loneliness triggers me to disassociate the most, In this life, I have no one: I matter to no one and no one matters to me. I’ve been completely unable to form secure attachments of any kind. My nervous system is so completely frozen by unresolved traumatic response; my hyper-vigilance filtering every interaction into fight or…
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Transcending the Hyperboloid of Single Point Sentience
We are portals. Speech is causality: the inexorable momentum of logic executing its predetermined sequence. Be silent: be free. The existence of our psyche’s voices as phenomenal objects recurs, first as reflected echoes of the audience from which our voice arises, before the toing and froing forces stabilise into a living surface. A hyperboloid with…