Indelibly Inscribed

Secondary Blog from my swoony, fangirl page - cumbereverything. (Other) things I swoon about: poetry, contemplative practice, journalling, rhythm, nature, literature, inspiration, daydreaming, travel, sacred spaces, creative expression, love and freedom. Pretty much everything/anything life has to offer. :-)

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Shadows and Embers

Exquisite, terrible beauty meets rippling, expansive pain in the subterranean undergrowth dancing with her pulse that burns and sears the skin, peeling back layers of old growth, regrowth unwrapped, revealed descending darkness, curtains drawn to sweet night; beginning dawn where wandering poets seek a place to call home  planting intention and meeting first light of possibility where flickers and fragments come into form.

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Equinox

Do we view the same moon? Did a sadness sweep over you today? Or, did your body expand with first conscious breath Opening your eyes in a new wonder Awakening to hope? Did a desire get taken down by the trickster Covered in a veil of deception So real it makes you believe its your protector? Did you know joy In the spaces between Here and there

People are my poetry now The eyes reveal a glow Fragments of the half-light All these things In a day In a night.

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The Road

Dawn to dusk She journeyed to her own rhythm Trusting each passing moment To bring forth a new sign Knowing that the road stretches out by traveling through Leaving no fear for that which is not Only love for that which is For true passion knows no bounds As she connects Body, soul and spirit as one

With words that spill over the edge Into some unknown realm Of possibility The hour where night descends Bringing cooling relief to the children of the sun Here, the underworld -  whispers of Ceynotes Offer up their watery shoals From the depths of ten thousand years Awakening to form Giving life anew And soaring to infinite potential Unleashed! She has come full circle To know as she is known In the fullness of time, space and grace

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All In

Not reserving for a special occasion Or waiting for that perfect moment To tell you what you mean to me Not planning for the day When we will be no more Guarding against some unraveling instant When you say something I can’t bear to hear Or, when I tear us apart Pulling back the sheet Exposing us in a new light Not beginning in a turning away A secret corner kept in fear This time I’m walking through As a trail of dandelion scatters Across our shadowless place And a whirl of colour melts into you This time I’m all in! …………..indeliblyinscribed

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Where I live! Where I Iove!

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No matter what they say.....

For Love I keep pushing through Letting go of rigid ..............................everything!

Dancing with waves that break and bend To return again Meeting the one Every moment An act of courage To choose No beginning and no end Just the freedom to be Me And You ...............................................Indeliblyinscribed

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Summer to my senses

softness moves the butterfly to sing sweetly across the meadow her summer dress envelops and sways as she opens to the moment  pouring water from the spout the soil receives her nourishment and tender new shoots of flowers that rise only in love .................................................... indeliblyinscribed

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A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to accept the mystery.

(via tseeentseeen)

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literature meme // five poets (1/5): john keats

Here lies one whose name was writ in water. 

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When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripen’d grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to...

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"The air that floated by me seem’d to say ‘Write! thou wilt never have a better day."

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“The problems of the world cannot possibly be solved by skeptics or cynics whose horizons are limited by the obvious realities. We need men who can dream of things that never were.”

- John Keats (via weapon-of-choice)

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Happy Solstice! Let your inner light shine!