TELLING A NEW STORY

All year I’ve been trying to write a new shiny story

one that’s centred around love, joy and glory

Chapter one still unwritten, got me a blank white page;

I cant anchor into words what’s weaved between my rage.

For months, been trying to get this story out and flowing

Feeling into my WHY and what seeds I’m sowing

reality’s more unreal, so Attention is what I’m growing

away from the linear and into a deeper knowing..

Words are jumbled so tight, nothings unfurling

but the vivid colours are swirling, like Sufis twirling

a formations there, the starlings are murmuring

Turquoise daydream, wrapped in navy blue waves

echoes of my future untold, through purple haze

Inhaling glowing orange sunrises, golden rays

greeny-pink playtime on those loooong garden days

Silver shimmer as I align my spine with Orion’s belt

the indigo glow of living your truth is deeply felt.

Drumming around an orange fire, my Friday nights

this liminal space of the unknown feels golden ripe.

Living this new chapter outside of boxes and lines

soft, circular, cyclical flow, free of linear time.

So chapter one is still unwritten, got a blank white page..

can’t anchor into words what’s weaved between my rage.