Mocking words

Mocking words

A tired mind
A weary heart
Bereft of words
Immobilised.

Stranded in space
Alone, forlorn
Mocking words sound
Pierce the wounded soul.

Shards of glass
Rains, punctures
Prisms of colours
Shielding its nature.

– FlorenceT

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Love’s healing

kiss comfort

I shall gather you
Into the arms
Of love’s embrace

Let me ease the pain
Besieging you
With love’s pure heat

In anguish, you shall
Experience, grasp
A moment’s delight

In joyous respite
Remember, know
Love’s healing power.

– FlorenceT

 

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All in your head

To think you are not
One who could feel such
Guess you are deluding
Yourself in as much.
It hurts, does it not?
Though you know not why
Oh hell, you know why
But to whom would that matter.
Well why do you care?
As you are the one who dared
To suggest you do not mind
When things happen in kind.
Hurt…anger
Swirling through your mind
Yes, the insensitivity
Astounds you, does it?
Oh well, reality my dear
Time it seems to check
It is all a game
A frolic of loves and likes.
Little one, you are ensnared
Nothing would matter more
Than the count of likes
On the flickering page.
Know it now for what it is
No excuse for illusions
Hoping for a comfort
But knowing none you’ll believe.
Talk tough, little one
You who are in tears
Guess it screams, the pain
More than you’d admit.
So once again little one, here it is
Welcome to love’s reality
A step back and watch
The dramas unfolding
Too late now
You are lost, adrift
On this ocean of mindlessness
Your end still unknown.

-FlorenceT

 

 

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Hold your own, know your name

On the days when I am in a funk, when I hurt, music becomes my refuge.  And here is one of the many songs that has seen me through some dark times…a song which speaks to the Strong in me.

Hold your own
Know your name
And go your own way
And everything will be fine.

 It calls me to ‘know my name’, to remember who and what I am, to not succumb to the pressures of others, to not falter on my journey; yet to acknowledge the lessons to be learned, that must be learned as I encounter them.  I believe things occur because the Universe has a message for us – it is for us to be open to them, to be aware of its magic.  For everything, happy or otherwise, has magic in it.  We just have to see and receive.

I’m sharing this song in the hope that you will find it inspiring, uplifting…in your own way.  I hope you will find magic in it.

 A languid song by Jason Mraz and James Morrison “Details in the Fabric” – persevere, in fact play it a couple of times, and you will find its hypnotic tones.

Martial arts and fear

Postaday – Back of the Queue

Martial arts – that’s what I have always wanted to do, or specifically, Ju-Jitsu.  Why? Probably the association with self-protection, strength and for a young girl to be that – I got such a mental kick out of it.  The feminist ‘me’ also reveled in the fantasy.

So I went to class (in my early teens) only to discover that my romantic idea of being a martial  arts practitioner hurts literally, and it required lots of hard work.  I crawled out of my second session and never went back.

What’s keeping me away?  Fear of pain… I know it’s probably not as bad as my memory suggests, and I am an adult that could handle it better.  But… what if I don’t and I turn out looking like a fool? A total unfit older woman … looking like a fool.

Perhaps I should try tai-chi instead, it’s a form of martial arts but without the physical contact? Or Qigong…   That’s why I’m practising Yoga – does this sound oh so serious, ‘practising yoga’?  I go through a series of poses using the proper breathing – that’s it.  Candidly speaking, I do not enjoy aerobic exercises, and yoga is probably the most I’ll ever get to in terms of “huffing and puffing” my way through life. Fear of pain – same deal!  And no amount of motivation (the fact that I could look like a super model, maybe) is likely to get me past it… but never say never.

And even if I should have a bucket list, this is so not getting on it because there is a high probability it will be unfulfilled. 🙂