Bananas
Your fruity pungence permeates the kitchen
I feel the guilt
It’s not even current yet
But it will be soon
As you all become over-ripe at once
Cute lil hand of ladyfingers
Hand
Do you ever look at your hand
Really look at it
And think
Whose hand is this?
Mirror
The mirror reflects my state of mind. Not the truth. Not any singular truth. The clarity of my heart shining through my forehead The scowl of my worries curving my shoulders My love of self embracing the most excellent styling of my perfectly filthy hair Or my mild blue afflicting my perception that the very same hair sees me unfit for human contact... Naked. Some days I scrutinise that reflected body as if it owes me something, answerable to all the erroneous demands of our superficial culture - what is that curve? That hair? Why has gravity been allowed here? Other times I find the beauty of it breathtaking, wishing I was someone else so that I could hold it in my gaze and reach out with tender touch to feel its perfection tremble with pleasure. When the mirror tells me harsh truths, if it is a lucky day, I can remember that the mirror reflects my state of mind and I make some time to soften my thoughts until the mirror reflects love to me once more.
Copyright 2021
I Thought
I was somewhere that I thought I might see you and my heart was aflutter
I saw someone who could have been you and my soul began to ache
It wasn’t even you
Among the many cars, yours could maybe have been one of them. I couldn’t see it, but the thought that I might had me all atingle.
And then, driving away, there you were, driving towards me
Our eyes met
Our hearts intertwined
And in that moment, I knew.
Knew that I was head over heels in love with you
May we use this time apart well
May we reunite in bliss
And live our lives together in simple joy
For you are beautiful
And so am I
M & E
I hardly feel like writing
I barely bother to read
Scroll
Scroll
Scroll
Wanting to be fed
by the feed
Knowingly wading through
the mire that
saps my soul
Overriding self-imposed time limits
In a tacit agreement
to self-destruct
so that
in arriving at that nihilistic state of
I Hate Everything
I am humbled into remembering
that
Meditation and Exercise
are my true salvation.
The day is calling me.
Put down the phone.
‘Click’.
(C) 2021
Imagine
Imagine
If everything was as exquisite
as a perfect cup of tea!
Life would be unbearable
in its all-expanding beauty
and limitless optimism
...or is it already?
Because I am a miracle
That I am alive
Is a miracle
That I am able to breathe
Deeply into my belly
Is a blessing
For such a blessing
I feel deepest gratitude
When I was a star
I couldn’t hear the birds
Singing in the morning
When I was a star
I couldn’t taste the ocean
Salting my skin
When I was a star
I couldn’t feel the warm breeze
Bringing my face messages of hope
When I was a star
I couldn’t inhale the mint or the rose
In all their ostentatious fragrant glory
When I was a star I couldn’t even see
the magic of the afternoon light
golden, slinky, as it casts itself
so flatteringly
over all the miracles
that surround us
Here I now am
in this exquisite form
a feeling, sensing, breathing
miracle of life
with the sublime ability
to derive deep pleasure
from my physical functions
eating, moving, shitting, sleeping, drinking water, laughing, breathing...
Why would I look for anything more?
When I was a star
I saw this life and chose it
Now I am here
Experiencing
Morning birdsong filling my spirit
Gently dancing trees soothing my soul
Totally nourished by the very act of recognising the beauty of our natural world,
of which I am a worthy element,
and basking
in gratitude
for this
divine
moment
Copyright Zoe Xanadu 2021
Crow child
Sometimes a crow in the distance sounds like a child in another room calling out “Mum!”
🪶
Bed
Bedtime brings such joy
The anticipation
of the
Pleasure
of the
First sip of tea tomorrow morning
(C) 2021
12022021
Today’s date is 12-02-2021
Hooray!
So tidy 💝
I appreciate this.
Velvet cushions surround me
In shades of blue and gold
Why would I wish to
Leave this nest?
I am held here.
The tea is hot and near.
My body is comfortable.
I can feel the softness
and after a while
I remember:
It is safe for me to breathe deeply
with my eyes open.
breathing in I calm my body
breathing out I smile
dwelling in the present moment
I know that I am safe
This nest that is my refuge
where rest wraps herself
around me
most tenderly
Drip drop
Plink plop
Away fall the strains
as I willingly unbind myself
from the chains of mental anguish
shhhhhhhh
I am safe now.
What incredible hard work it has taken
How vague and mysterious this statement
The “incredible hard work” was done
Diligently
Courageously
Persistently
For fuck’s sake Fuckers, it was ME!!!
I am the one who has worked
and worked
and worked
Worked to repair the smashing
of an exquisitely perfect spirit
And still
There is an outraged little girl inside me
SCREAMING in resistance
That it is absolute bullshit
That I
Or anybody else
Should’ve EVER have to use
their precious life energy
to tidy up the abhorrent, intolerable,
devastating MESS
left behind
by selfish oppressors
over
and over
and over
again
again
again.
The grace
to acknowledge the gift
of being invited
to learn my strength
is not available to me today.
I wanted that strength
to live a full and beautiful life
you cunts,
a life that showcased and celebrated
the world-changing brilliance
that I was born with
That strength was my birthright
And look now.
Look.
Look how I have to draw on it instead
to rewire my brain
into being able to believe
that it is safe for me
to get out of bed.
I rise.
I rise and surge.
I rise and surge and triumph.
Might get dressed soon...
(Copyright 12-02-2021)
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