Today’s Thought

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Meditation changed my life. If you haven’t tried it or think its hippy dippy nonsense then you will never understand the relief that comes from escaping yourself for 30 minutes. The first time I meditated, I woke to discover that the person I thought I was never truly existed. At 25 years old I met myself for the first time.

Today’s Thought

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It’s ok to start all over again everyday. Sometimes you just need to feel like you can change something tomorrow. I like waking up everyday and believing it’s the beginning of my new life. That way I can approach people like I’m meeting them for the first time. There’s so much more joy in life when every part of the so-called “mundane” weekday has something new to discover.

Morning Coffee Stop

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I wander for a while on polished tiles

and never consider slipping

or melting under the neon lights

of commodities blanket halls

I glimpse outside

and the sky tells a lie

the day should wake

but it is night-time still

a grey day consuming

the should-be summer haze

I raise my Mocha “To Death”

saving nothing for life

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sisterhood

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There is a joy of sisters

who know both the Sun and the Moon of our soul

and the constellations of our mind

Who breathe the light that radiates from our eyes

and grieve with us the death of a smile

Who know the beauty of a teardrop

falling gently on a naked shoulder

The salty sting to bind them in

an embrace only felt by sculptures

 moulded side by side

Food Market

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Scents collapse into each other

like a tower made of butter

melting under a hot fan

A chaotic mess of multiple places

permeating the creases of my skin

so that I may taste

with every inch of my body

Every cell salivates and dances with joy

my face – an expression no human has ever seen

for it is a look unique to me

 

The Poet

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If I do not write

I will die at the Devil’s gate

waiting for him to scold me

like a child

the wooden spoon given as a gift

from one who has decided not to breathe anymore

I write as one gasps for air

after lingering under the waves for too long

wading through the ocean foam

my hands carving letters into the sand

before the tide takes them away

I long to etch them deep

so that these words will stay

a maddening dash of pure expression

along the shore of some nameless beach in Wollongong

October 1, 2017

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I spent the day with a river

forming in my mind

forking into different directions

the water rushing through

lacking knowledge of where to turn

and so it turned too many times to count

forming a whirlpool where one would surely drown

and so I let it out to keep my lungs clear

so that my chest could rise and fall

with the beats of this dreadful day

A familiar echo on the tv

radio

money

ratings

in a world where “selfless” people say selfless things to the cameras

about the rivers in their minds

leaving me to wonder what direction they take

and I ponder the thoughts and dreams of those

voices

now voiceless

ones I’ll never hear nor know

warm hands now ice

clothed bodies now naked on a slab

when they should be talking

and walking

warm hand in warm hand

and as my own heart beats

I feel the emptiness of a place where anger should dwell

a place that instead

houses the serenity of eyes closing softly

this molecule of acceptance for a day

we all know will come again

here

or tomorrow

in some not-so-distant land

 

 

 

 

Paper Girl

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I trace my outline onto lined paper

and glare at the creases etched unnaturally

into my face

Like someone had carved parallel roads

with a box cutter

dividing me into separate places

~

I am now a variety of destinations

Miniscule mysteries for you to unravel

And when you have figured out the first-

simply fold into me like a delicate pleat

made from some delicate designer’s hand

An innovation of needlework

and paper craft learnt in some distant land