Become

Become

I'm in the future
remembrance
of possibilities
spiral of time

intensive care for 
my greatest gift
myself as instrument

in invitation 
of human life
echoes of reality

unlocking soul notes
of sacred complexity

orchestrating 
grief love as its song
floats in the silk of sorrow

inside the moment where
intimacy is met by the world
rising to meet it like a 
magnet, like gravity, like
the force that keeps you
searching in the labyrinth of 
a galactic current

arriving close enough to 
become. 
 
 

Awareness of a context that is more powerful than the one we inhibit is like waiting for the wilderness to meet me, to find inside myself what is unexpressed. In the waiting, time spirals and there is no past or future- only being. If you be close enough-in the stillness of your heart, you will find the moments where death meets life and instead of seeking and longing, you become the alchemy of life - the life you dominion - in the bird song of the day. A miracle. I’ve realised I hold space in death, for I am waiting on life to become.

How do I embody myself, my soul in the mirror of my authentic self. An unexpressed everything, a waiting for the veil to fall. Looking at myself I am just a container looking for my beloved, finding death, finding emptiness, an abandoned truth, a weeping tomb.

I heart soul myself in the intensive care of becoming. Not to become in the pool of pleasure that fails and fades the reality of life as it dissolves like indigo threads in the water. But to become in alignment with my most inner being and essence in the world. Soul love, soul purpose, soul gift. But I feel its constantly eroded by a world that lives in life in dimness, as if I am a bunny in the wolf circle of falseness, paralysed in the culture of controlled fear. Fear to be, fear to become, fear to loose the chains and walk through the open door.

Midwife in the sky

Colour spills,
spills across the landscape
of the internal 
protruding external.

Moving unceasingly, in luminance
carrying the blessing.

Opening the door of light
going inside 

shards of blessings 

pour into the world 
colouring heaven 
in the sky

warming 
in the fire of this earth

moving the grief heart open,
greeting the day in the eclipse 
of the sun. 

holding up my broken wing
spilling colour, spilling colour 

shimmering chards of blessing 
in the whirl winds of cosmic space. 

Your world is a love song
in the sky
an eternal poem
a language of birds
that fly across the ocean
in the winds of loves 
eclipse. 

(this poem is a response to a Japanese love proverb where the moon and the sun are separated   reminding me that love is never truely impossible, its about embracing in the dark)    

The reality is we are all becoming from darkness to light - its just that most people are not aware of it. Thanks for reading this far. If I’ve stirred your inner being I invite you respond actively or passively by holding a moment, a word or a song and if you can share it here on my substack thread for this post.

I love you always like poetry,

Jinnette xo

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