know thyself & heal

poetry 

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entry for friday, july 15 2016

I'll be leaving after the rain... Sounds like the start to a really romantic love song...

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So a lot of stuff has been swirling around my mind these past days regarding what's going on in the US. Mostly sadness and a sense of desperation at all this violence. I wrote this poem partly as a creative exercise, which somehow lends itself to the misunderstanding between what #blacklivesmatter means and the sentiments of one love, humanity and all lives matter. Of course we are all human beings living under one sky, but open your eyes and witness on your own tv screen that some of us can stare down the barrel of a gun and others are shot down like dogs in the street and tell me, truly tell me, if all lives matter equally? For some of us, the sky is blue while for others it's steel from the raining down of bullets. Ok, I'm done...The creative exercise in this piece was to combine different phrases which I had gathered and written down in my notebook and turn them into a poem. Gonna do some serious self-care now. Take care fam ❤️ #violenceisnottheanswer #dosomething #financialboycott #blacklivesmatter #alllivescannotmatteruntilblacklivesmatter #poem #poemsofinstagram #poetry #write #writer #writersofinstagram #create #creative #creativewriting

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entry for saturday, july 9 2016

If you deny me my melancholy

you deny me a seat to the bounty of my own imagination

If my melancholy is cause for reproach, my reptilian mind, already powerfully trigger happy, is corrupted by a bullying, greedy cheer

If access to a solemn state is approached with derision;

to be shushed; forcefully swept under the carpet; secretly locked away

I say what’s left is neither gold nor sugar…by which

I’ll envision true death

and its promise of a calm sleep

©

[wnjuguna]

It's been a lot to process, all this police brutaility and violence going on over there in the US. I woke up in the middle of the night thinking what to do to help, feeling like penning poetry was fri olous and self-indulgent while folks are out protesting, getting their hands elbow deep in the muck. I figure while my life has been out of the US, I can help by avoiding online shopping and reposting stuff about the financial boycotts planned...and encourage my stateside people to participate and make their voices heard. 👊🏾 #blacklivesmatter #financialboycott #dosomething #violenceisnottheanswer

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Got this from @daniebb3 today. As Ta Nahesi Coates wrote, and I paraphrase, the collective shift cannot occur primarily on a racial level...it has to be cosmic ✨✨✨ #blacklivesmatter

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entry for thursday, july 7 2016

Your home is God There...you go

with the gentle rocking boat of Breath Mama, I’m homeward bound…

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entry for wednesday, july 6 2016

my secret, lonely self

is howling

         aching

              burning

with a pain so old and ugly.

It would feel almost shameful

if

it didn’t serve.

This darkness holds the potential 

of the deep memory 

of manifest light.

©

[wnjuguna]

entry for tuesday, july 4 2017

It comes at me with whispers When what I expect are ticker-tape parades

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entry for sunday, july 3 2016

Continents merging and drifting; merge again

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Morning 🙋🏽 I feel excited for the month up ahead: teaching yoga in Houtskar 🙏🏾, being out in the beautiful nature 🌳, and writing! I have kept a near daily writing habit for about a year now using a site called 750words.com. The idea is to write about three pages worth of whatever comes to mind, no editing, no perfecting, just free writing. Apparently this exercise serves as a way to free the mind of mental clutter in order to get fresh energy, ideas and creativity flowing. This month, I'm changing things up a bit by devoting it to writing a six word poem a day 🔥 You can check out my tumblr or twitter and leave a note or share your own creation...let the fun begin! #poem #poetry #sixwordstory #sixwordpoem #sixwordpoemchallenge #creative #create #write #writer #writersofinstagram

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entries for july 1 2016

1. Navigating the archipelago of unknown coordinates

2.Navigating archipelagos along mysterious shore lines

3. Compass spinning: unknown latitude; forgotten longitude

Which one do you like best?

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entries for wednesday, june 29, 2016

I

possibly, a most determined love story

II

my body: narratives upon layered narratives

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entry for monday, june 27, 2016

His eyes; like marbles from childhood

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entry for saturday, june 25, 2016

perfect pretty things

such precious delusion

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plaintive song for toddler

I made up this simple lullaby to calm my toddler down. It seemed to work and I wanted to remember it...

What happened to that special bond we had?

What happened?

What happened?

We used to be friends. We used to be

friends...what happened? what happened? (repeat)

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entry for tuesday, june 21, 2016

part 1

If my body houses my spirit soul, then sometimes my mind likes to scrabble around the attic, poking through old & dusty memories

but don’t you think that dust, anyway, looks beautiful suspended in a lazy dance as sunshine streams through the window pores of your skin

sometimes my spirit like to stumble about the cellar (uprooting impulses from years of yesterday) where it’s so wet and earthy, you can’t really tell where house ends and soil begins

part 2

rummaging about my mind for something worth recording

oftentimes a good blast of fresh air is what’s needed for both the attic and cellar, receiving room and spinal stairway

if our bodies are indeed our vessels for the voyage of this lifetime, I often feel like a guest in mine, 

lost and tip-toeing sheepishly about or 

lost and blindly blundering down hallways and passages that I’ve gone down before but still managed to get all turned around and tripped up over

other times, i am the lady of the manor, at ease with every sensation, impulse

i am the crone sitting on the veranda of my consciousness

(spitting out watermelon seeds to the uninvited imposter thoughts that come…

a’thievin’)

cackling good-naturedly at them all the while…we’ve been such friends for so long

but still,

sometimes they slip in through my ear windows and other times, brazenly when I open the shutters of my eyes

what cheek! 

the sneaks…

©

[wnjuguna]

entry for monday, june 20th, 2016

did you know...

we know more about the moon than we do about our oceans, which cover 71% of the earth?

that this full moon today is the first one in 70 years to fall on the eve of the summer solstice?

It seems to me that we live more in our heads than we do in our bodies... 

The sense of zero gravity must be pretty exhilarating up there in space..after a lifetime of 70 % water within, pulling us down

                                                                         down

                                                                                  back down...

                  to our ancient lizard instincts

seems to me that this day, way back when sun and moon were husband and wife deities, before we got so clever measuring reality with science, might have been a big big deal.

would the real druids and high priestesses please present themselves?