He took away my voice
Because I wasn’t good enough for him
My vulnerability
Didn’t matter.
My wings were easily clipped
Because I had not yet developed my
Center.
So my voice disappeared
🌌🌟
One day, I will rise
From the dead
silent
Music-less dungeon
where I was sunken, captive
for too long.
Until then,
I just whisper
And consider
what will heal this
Overwhelmed chironic
Taurean wound.
I see echos of her
spacious flying delight,
but still, she is not here.
Her desire has not fully
woken.
It’s a good thing that I noticed that this scheduled post i set up last night didn’t get posted right. I had mistakenly scheduled it for the PM. Nope, that wasn’t my preference. Did I drop the ball? LOL This year we are setting a “tone” for future traditions. It’s so much fun. Planning and dreaming together is working in my little mental “cave” of inspiration–we embark on the creativity train. There is some “choo-chooing” output for this Nanopoblano via my HOMAGE to Kauai and also my Homage to the Tao Te Ching, intertwining. Meanwhile, so much else going on behind the scenes. This is probably the best part of “social media;” that is, the real life. Social media backlights the “real life” and like Plato’s shadowy cave, social media only shows “some of it.”
How are you all doing? How is Nanopoblano going? I am visiting your blogs, best I can. I think i’m doing better than previous years, thanks to my partial scheduling strategy. Also trying to schedule ahead our family lives, 2024. There’s really just ONE more week of this NanoPoblano November Challenge! We can DO THIS! I’m gearing up for “December Delights.” I think I’m moreso just having fun with catch phrases and new potential blogging themes that inspire me.
brown breasted singer
melody me
sing me to fruition
sing me to glee
your black head
is a perfect thermostat
to deliver your colorful voice.
i sit on this branch with you
quiet, yet, filled with nature
sitting and feeling
feeling and singing
being in the praise
of this life.
And even, including. the bird. poop.
my good luck!
At the moment, I’m just resting on my couch thinking about all that I have on my “to do” list. I’m entertained by my thought process – the attempts of entering thoughts to get me all worked up into a state of mental busyness, rather than savoring the present moment, and the birds chirping outside. The atmosphere of the natural world speaks louder, and I listen.
I listen for nothing in particular. I experience peace.
I realize that everything on my “to do” list is there because I want it to be there, because I am happy to be alive, and happy to be living my life as I choose. Now, I am experiencing gratitude. I feel grateful for every ‘now’ moment that has led to today, and for every ‘now’ moment that will help me get things done – all in the spirit of the birds.
Oh, let me sing my song!
Let me receive thy message.
For what exists is neither here
Nor there, this nor that, up nor down.
For every tweet there is a song
For every song there is a twitter,
For what I cannot say with words
I mean the most.
~Ka Malana ©2014
Oh, let me sing my song & hear yours, too!
(Photographer: Unknown)
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