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My wrists ache now and the pain shoots up my arm

Stiffness in my fingers and pain in my palm

Ten years of massaging bringing relaxation and relief

Has taken its toll on my hands and my feet

 

Happy clients I had for many a year

But now I’m in need of a new career

I loved the soft gentleness doing reflexology

A fresh new start now, screams all of my astrology

 

To yoga I go and magnesium baths

To bring soothing relief to my aching parts

My body feels old a hormonal imbalance

For relief I turn inwards in search of the chalice

 

To find in my heart the answers to why

I am overcome with a constant need to cry

If all illness begins in the mental and emotional

I need to go inwards to heal, I pray in devotion

 

For relief from this pain on many a level

To release from myself the pain of this devil

With laughter and love a new phase begins

I am free to enjoy the rest of my innings

Life

 

In the now

I enjoyed it on the whole

Making the most

 

In the past

Memories distorted

I could access pain

 

Anxiety for the future

Triggered by experience

Bore no reality

 

But seemed seductive

All encompassing

Illusions

 

Imagined fears

Stealing joy from the present

Exhaustingly unnecessary wasted time

 

Soft with five curved sides

I remembered it as yellow when I was a child

Now sold slightly green in the unrealised hope

It would turn yellow … I suppose

 

Nature provided it with a perfect natural package

Man, always knowing better, then wrapped it in plastic

I wondered if the toxins contained in the wrapping

Would seep into the fruit and then into us energy zapping

 

In Queensland we had three trees of the lady finger variety

Once a year each tree gave us a bunch delightfully

They would stack one on the other, building around the heavy stem

and be dumped on the kitchen floor when ripe and then

 

left to the fait of the children or bugs

which ever got their first in the moment of hugs

now here in the UK they are sold by their weight

After much travelling as they have been freight

 

I wonder the effects of the pollution they have suffered

On the thousand of miles of transportation they have endured

And I lament the freedom of my lost tropical garden

As we await the ripening of the green banana

Sleep

 

I must let go

I have no choice

And slip quietly into the void

 

On the precipice

My state alters

my body blurs

 

It’s a fuzzy fog

Immobilizing my body

I have no resistance

 

The darkening comfort is bliss

I have been searching all day to experience this

A time and a place

 

Where nothing matters

I have respite from my crashing world

I care not now for your words

 

Or care to anything earthly or worldly

Just a softness that envelops me

And the calm of nothingness

 

Relieved to enter an alternate state

For as long as I can

Heavy feet in the morning from astral travel

Manifestation

 

I struggle to manifest my dreams

Bringing them into reality

From the thoughts my mind

And my experience harrowing

 

If I could shift consciously

To only be able to see

That it was all growth

And lessons meant to be

 

Then I could find the real me

Free from the burdens that limit

I could access the natural ecstasy I am meant to be

Surmounting the happiness summit

 

To manifest one must come from love and laughter

Feeling the joy the gifts will bring

With gratitude and humility

we find before us our favourite things

 

To change my gene expression

By surrounding my cells with bliss

So that I am connected

To my natural happiness that I miss

 

I consciously begin to control my thoughts

I see happiness in the littlest things

Then abundance comes and that which is bought

Is love, laughter, compassion, kindness and joy

 

Hot flushes at fifty-one my Chiron return

Emotions imbalanced completely absurd

No masking the healing with pharmaceutical delays

My hormonal feelings leaving me totally betrayed

 

The mask must fall my truth revealed

My skin is in need of a chemical peel

The inevitable change must now be faced

Emotional memories of a life dynamically embraced

 

Through trauma and trial and absolute delight

I grasp the old wounds to heal the plight

So the future beholds absolute calm and peace

The work to be done is profound and deep

 

My mission alone is against the tide of doctor’s advice

In moments of despair I am inclined to think twice

I am a force to be reckoned with imbalanced hormones at the ready

I must constantly fight a need to be petty

 

The future before me, I can get there

If only hot flushes didn’t bring such despair

I battle my mind, my thoughts and desires

To accept my own self and lessons I’ve acquired

 

I become the bold, the brave, the beautiful

Energetically clear of all that has hindered

The old crone I will become with knowledge and wisdom to share

My light begins to shine as I let go of every care

 

As I become the old crone with wisdom and knowledge

For myself I no longer need to forage

For I am here unhindered or privileged

Just being me and in all that is I take solace.

 

I gather a new enlightened sense of fun

And so it is forward into the sun

For those who have been challenged and released all their burdens

A wonderful life of delight is on offer to all humans

Graduation

 

The salt tears sting my eyes as I embrace

The moment my gaze first fell on her face

To all who viewed her perfect form

They see the most beautiful human ever born

 

But the jealousy and hate from those without such exquisite demeanour

Plagued a teenager who was battling her own inner demons

Despairing her parents’ divorce

The loss of her loving family life troubled her, of course

 

She struggled and strived

And it is with great pride

That I tell you of her own success and achievement

As she graduates a Master of Psychology, herself and of life

 

Winter

 

As I walked I could smell the rotting leaves

Of orange, brown and sometimes green

The rich earthy scent under icy blue skies

I felt my heart beat, I felt really alive

 

The musty closed house scented with fire

Escaped for a long walk into the briar

My nose is cold with the ice in the air

I spread my arms, kick the leaves without care

 

The warmth of the sun, out of the shadows

Delightful as I plod in the meadows

Then into the forest the scent of decay

I stop and give thanks for this marvellous day

 

My wellied feet go into a puddle

The long forest path becoming a muddle

It is covered so thick with deciduous foliage

I can’t find my way out of this puzzle

 

To the heavens I look for direction up there

I peer at the sun through the trees that are bare

And see in the distance the tower on the Tor

Ah home a direction I ever adore

I need to jump from tree to tree

To cross the road and store my feed

Walking it is suicide

My home is in an Abbey hide

But breakfast is in the gardens across the street

Grasping the branch I use my feet

 

I have squirrelled and stored nuts all summer

Preparing for my winter supper

But there is more that I could get

From the bird table in a net

So, from branch to branch I must scupper

Here in the tree tops most upper

 

It’s a stretch the leaves are brown

There is ice now upon the ground

Precariously the branch gets thinner

But I must prepare for winter

I swing, I lean and fly above the sound

Of rushing cars upon the ground

 

Busy cars rush by

Over their heads I must fly

And grasp the twigs upon a tree

That sems to have been planted just for me

I launch myself into the sky

If I don’t get it right I might die

 

I grasp a twig upon a tree

I trust it is strong enough to carry me

Into my hide I carry the nuts

My cheeks like enormous lumps

This is the life that is meant for me

I see to my work like the busiest bee

 

Now empty the contents

The process never relents

For the snow of winter will soon be here

I want to keep my family safe and near

Nothing in the world prevents

Foraging for my favourite scents.