Ripping – removing the flesh must release the death of the woman inside. trapped in her own carcass take her to the prespice where rotten thoughts and skin are shed. the flesh now at her feet leaves her replete. before she was but an empty shell of a woman. sometimes growth can look like death.
With each breath in, I choose life. With each breath out, I choose death for the things which no longer serve me.
Shared from Taking off the Mask. I survived a suicide attempt. However my friend, he did not. This is what suicide looks like. This is him after hanging himself, right before he died. February 25th 2010. The difference between us is nothing, except our resources. http://takingthemaskoff.com/2016/02/25/thinking-of-suicide-read-me/
Please check out the artist behind the drawing with the link, below. This image captures the pain that was growing before I saw her drawing…powerful timing! Sliding down Like dew off of a leaf Collecting Pooling Condensing. The tears she weeps. ~~ The pain within grows, Feeling it to her toes, Gripping her head, RippingContinue reading “Sliding down”
completely disintegrates and turns into an amorphous goo within the safety of the Chrysallis. she completely rebuilds, reforms and is born again as the beautiful, fragile, yet strong butterfly. ~~ she spreads her wings and flies. Namaste __/|\__ Metta 2016.02.12
Tonight I’m building a funeral pyre. Tonight I am taking out the shell of a person who once lived here. Her time has long gone, Her needs have expired. Now it’s time to build a fire. Her final release to the Heavens will light the land this night. The sparks will shoot high Into theContinue reading “Funeral Pyre”
Lord Shiva is both the creator and destroyer in Buddhism traditions. This poem pays tribute to his role. The waves carry messages from afar The message of love for the shore receptivity, reciprocity The Atlantic offers rare, finely curled tubular waves today Rays of sunlight caress their tops As they rise up and crest, RidingContinue reading “The Waves: An Homage to Lord Shiva”
My coming out [of my self-imposed prison] is the freedom to fully be who I am. And the surrender to the Divine Essence expressing through and around me. [and one day] My coming out [of my self-imposed prison] is the marriage of twin souls with my life partner In Gratitude In love Unfolding as moreContinue reading “Mama, a woman died in this house”
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadows of death, I shall fear no evil. – Psalm 23 In Buddhism, Shiva, the creator and the destroyer, represents the process of breaking down that needs to occur prior to being able to build back up. Nature is filled with examples of this idea of deathContinue reading “Shadows of Death”