Poetry
Original poetic musings & captures from the magick of the human experience.
Community in You & Me
Across time and across the vast oceanic expanse of the galaxy
Here we are gathered at this present moment to be in communal poetry
We thank the ones who came before us and we give gratitude to those who will come
For as we revive the spirit of ritual, of ceremony, of coming together intentionally
We open up new space for healing,
We give each other permission for unadulterated joy and shoulder weeping,
We give each other the outline of a structure that breathes like we do,
Leaning in and leaning back, watching us dance and dancing with us,
All eyes on us and all our own eyes turned back on ourselves when we are reminded
That when we open our eyes to see the way that others breathe
We are reminded to take our own deep sip of the air between the you and me
And to recognise the eyes behind the eyes
The one who too is celebrating, loving, grieving and leaping into creativity and family,
The one who too is day dreaming of a quiet home in the forest, a place to be themselves, a place to belong and satiate that sweet beautiful longing,
The one who too is beginning the remembering that home lives beneath our feet
And in the wind that catches your hair and the sun that darkens our skin
Home is in the center of you
Where creation lives and beats out its drum in a rhythm that feeds your life-incarnate soul,
Here we are gathered in the present moment
To contemplate, to integrate, to commiserate and to take this time to celebrate
All our many blessings and those to come
And touching our hands to our hearts with a smile we know is shared,
We give thanks we give thanks we give thanks
- Farrah Theresa, August 2022, written for Enliven Festival Opening Ceremony
To All of You & All of Us
Here in the heart beat of me
In the ache of missing out on belonging
Is the deep grip of bliss that is being the longing
Knowing that that which my soul stirs for
Is uniquely mine
An echo of the puzzle piece of me that is put together
By multiple continents, ocean crossing, plane flying, train riding,
thousands of miles walked just to see your family that thought that you were long gone
bones broken by silver, cedar, iron ,brick , the pathways that my patrilienal line
attempted to make that yellow road abundant and thick,
For my sister, my mother, my father and my blood to walk upon with grace
And yet we keep on repeating each others mistakes
And learning to rise through the pain to see another sun, another horizon, another
way of breathing in,
We move,
We are made of wind, of falling stars that know somehow exactly where they are
but know not what our grandchildrens grandchildren will reap from the seeds that we sow
and i feel in my chest and in my lips the ancient heartbeat of those that came before
that tried their very best until they could no more
and left us to keep on dreaming and weaving and repatterning with the stories in
our blood we have been receiving,
Here in the heart beat of me
In the ache of missing out on belonging
Is the deep grip of bliss that is being the longing,
For I know that in the eyes behind my eyes my long line of mothers and fathers and
sisters and brothers are calling out with joy
to know that in at least one way that i cannot name, i am living out a prayer
they uttered at the edge of their beds, at the grassy places where they layed their heads to rest
I know that their smile threads through mine as I find a new way that dismantles the old
and behold behold behold
I am the vessel and I am the liquid gold that pours into the every day
Stepping into my loving, and being and aching and life-making with the inexplicable
alchemy of joy laden sorrow, the abundant and the hollow, the rows and rows and rows
of seeds to sow and dreams to harvest, surrender sister, this is it, this moment , this skin,
this breath, you are here and you are surrendering to your longing by being in devotion to your kin,
by being in devotion to the parts of you that are here now with no more hiding left to give in to,
you are the truth, by standing here, sitting here, breathing here, you are a gift of what was once never
a consideration of truth by someone that never even knew just how much their long lost memory could love you.
Farrah Theresa - 2023, An ode to the ones who came before and the ones that will come
Eclipse Love
The Sun + The Moon fell in love
At the dawn of time
Knowing that they would carry the light for the leaves
And the darkness for sleep
They celebrated their unique union to feed the planet earth with their dream,
And so one fateful day they embraced and set to work and ascended to the sky,
Only to realise that they would stand back to back ,
Unable to communicate
Until the gods saw their pain and declared they’d find a way for them to meet,
And so the moon surprised the sun one day
At noontime warmth
And the celestial bodies blushed crimson
At seeing each other’s faces again,
At standing orb to orb , soul to soul , they whispered the secrets of the dawn and dusk
Sweet melodies of bold and infinite love,
Until the gods parted their curtains
And the sun and the moon dreamt their days away wondering when they would meet again,
What sweet star-crossed love ,
To want for a permanent total-eclipse
But alas, for if their hearts did not follow that divinely gifted rhythm,
None of the love they would make would grow and no dreams would decorate the night,
And so they rose together, back to back, heart to heart, knowing that their moon-sun light would shine in tandem, near, far and apart.
- Farrah Theresa, June 2022 in the midst of Conscious Uncoupling
Beyond the Cave
Here we are in the depths, in the hole where shadows grow
Plato's cave where the unknown is barely an echo
And so the flicker of a flame begins to grow when the trees
Cast their shade on you and you recognise their shape for the life behind the reflection of light
And your eyes turn towards the sun
For the first time it burns a hole straight through the center of your chest
Phoenix rising into flames to allow the empire you've built inside your heart to crumble
To become fertile ashes for another sacred fire
Where the smoke that circles around your beauty will bring you back back back into the true
Reflection of you
And your emobidment will tumble first before it stretches into grace
Tripping over heart ache, ancestral trauma, emotiona, physical, mental, spiritual maladies
That you have chained yourself with over and over
Until you yourself turn your face towards the sun outside the cave and step into the wild unknown
Where truth lives and survives, in fact it thrives because it has no name, it has no purpose
Except to exist and for you to feel its infinite bliss as it takes a shape that only you can feel
In your unique way of communing with the spaces in between the places that you call home inside your soul
And as you find your feet again your grace grows wings on the wind of courage that is who you are
Who you are in relation to all that there is, the beating rhtyhm of the ocean and the ricochet of tears
and laughter, who you are in the breathing space of non linear time, realising you are riding this dream
with a team of weavers whose webs are your own whose silk is sown by their awakening and dreaming and being
Weave weave weave my sweet ones weave your way out from your inner trappings into the infinite becoming
Your grief, your grace, your beauty, your awe ,your courage - all of you, all of you , all of you, burn.
Burn to let your ashes feed you - nothing is more fertile than thet courage of a new seed bursting forth from its shell.
I love you.
Farrah Theresa, November 2022 , Emergence
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