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  • ‘Faith’ may sound like an act of blind obedience, but some times it is an act of defiance. It can be the refusal to give up hope, and that is when it grows exhausting.

I wrote this poem for @tere_zenit as a part of my dedication series. She requested a poem about ‘losing faith’.
  • ‘Faith’ may sound like an act of blind obedience, but some times it is an act of defiance. It can be the refusal to give up hope, and that is when it grows exhausting.

    I wrote this poem for @tere_zenit as a part of my dedication series. She requested a poem about ‘losing faith’.
  • 13 1 11 minutes ago
  • THE RETURN,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ by Geneen Marie Haugen
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Some day, if you are lucky,
you’ll return from a thunderous journey
trailing snake scales, wing fragments
and the musk of Earth and moon.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Eyes will examine you for signs
of damage, or change
and you, too, will wonder
if your skin shows traces
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
of fur, or leaves,
if thrushes have built a nest
of your hair, if Andromeda
burns from your eyes.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Do not be surprised by prickly questions
from those who barely inhabit
their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
their own possibility, who barely dream.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
If your hands are empty, treasureless,
if your toes have not grown claws,
if your obedient voice has not
become a wild cry, a howl,
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
you will reassure them. We warned you,
they might declare, there is nothing else,
no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
just this frantic waiting to die.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And yet, they tremble, mute,
afraid you’ve returned without sweet
elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
a fluent dance or holy language
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
to teach them, without a compass
bearing to a forgotten border where
no one crosses without weeping
for the terrible beauty of galaxies
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
and granite and bone. They tremble,
hoping your lips hold a secret,
that the song your body now sings
will redeem them, yet they fear
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
your secret is dangerous, shattering,
and once it flies from your astonished
mouth, they–like you–must disintegrate
before unfolding tremulous wings.
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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  • THE RETURN,
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ by Geneen Marie Haugen
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    Some day, if you are lucky,
    you’ll return from a thunderous journey
    trailing snake scales, wing fragments
    and the musk of Earth and moon.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    Eyes will examine you for signs
    of damage, or change
    and you, too, will wonder
    if your skin shows traces
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    of fur, or leaves,
    if thrushes have built a nest
    of your hair, if Andromeda
    burns from your eyes.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    Do not be surprised by prickly questions
    from those who barely inhabit
    their own fleeting lives, who barely taste
    their own possibility, who barely dream.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    If your hands are empty, treasureless,
    if your toes have not grown claws,
    if your obedient voice has not
    become a wild cry, a howl,
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    you will reassure them. We warned you,
    they might declare, there is nothing else,
    no point, no meaning, no mystery at all,
    just this frantic waiting to die.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    And yet, they tremble, mute,
    afraid you’ve returned without sweet
    elixir for unspeakable thirst, without
    a fluent dance or holy language
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    to teach them, without a compass
    bearing to a forgotten border where
    no one crosses without weeping
    for the terrible beauty of galaxies
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    and granite and bone. They tremble,
    hoping your lips hold a secret,
    that the song your body now sings
    will redeem them, yet they fear
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    your secret is dangerous, shattering,
    and once it flies from your astonished
    mouth, they–like you–must disintegrate
    before unfolding tremulous wings.
    ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
    Photo of @thewitchesmuse ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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    #soulpurpose #guidance #inspiration #modernmystic #magic #bethechange #wellnessjourney #mindbodysoul #poetrylovers #poemoftheday #poetryislife #poetryinmotion #poetryisnotdead #poetryofinstagram #thoughts #soulpoetry #geneenhaugen #soulful_mood #embodyyourwildnature #embodiment #springequinox #fullmoon #solarflares #energyiseverything
  • 8 1 16 minutes ago
  • March 19 - I found my heart sealed in an envelope on the front porch, labeled with a bloody stamp that read, “return to sender”. It took the weight of this organ in my hands, seeping through a folded piece of paper, for me to realize that I gave parts of myself to someone who was incapable of caring for them. I remembered the wrapping process. There were never enough ribbons and bows to staple against the packing peanuts, but it was my attempt at making my protective shield a little less bland and a little more beautiful. I wanted it to be easy for you. To untie the knots that I overlapped nine times, to dig through a seemingly endless box only to find an organ lodged in a separate compartment, hidden in the top right corner. I hoped you would be up for a challenge. Not seeing this as a gift but as an opportunity to put something before yourself. You were never selfish. I always told myself that. And I try to believe the sounds that come out of my mouth when I say that everything is going to be okay. I’m not thinking about adjusting to life without you. I’m not thinking about the amount of times that I’ve given up on what should’ve been my priorities, then placing you in the first three open slots. You came first, and I was lucky if I came last. You’ve made this home inside of me, but now it seems less full. It seems like I have this image of a body without a soul, sitting on the stem of my brain. It looks tired, sick almost, seemingly without purpose. I once saw you sitting there, full of life, full of love, full of this need to make me feel nothing less than wanted. But your soul moved on, leaving behind a corroding carcass that has already infected all of the parts that I have left of you in my mind. Every image of you is now distorted, dipped in black ink and crumpled up. Our memories blow through my head like forgotten tumbleweeds that yearned to bloom into something more than dust. I can’t say I’m sorry for giving pieces of myself to you when you clearly weren’t ready, but I can say I’m sorry for expecting more from someone who always preferred less.
  • March 19 - I found my heart sealed in an envelope on the front porch, labeled with a bloody stamp that read, “return to sender”. It took the weight of this organ in my hands, seeping through a folded piece of paper, for me to realize that I gave parts of myself to someone who was incapable of caring for them. I remembered the wrapping process. There were never enough ribbons and bows to staple against the packing peanuts, but it was my attempt at making my protective shield a little less bland and a little more beautiful. I wanted it to be easy for you. To untie the knots that I overlapped nine times, to dig through a seemingly endless box only to find an organ lodged in a separate compartment, hidden in the top right corner. I hoped you would be up for a challenge. Not seeing this as a gift but as an opportunity to put something before yourself. You were never selfish. I always told myself that. And I try to believe the sounds that come out of my mouth when I say that everything is going to be okay. I’m not thinking about adjusting to life without you. I’m not thinking about the amount of times that I’ve given up on what should’ve been my priorities, then placing you in the first three open slots. You came first, and I was lucky if I came last. You’ve made this home inside of me, but now it seems less full. It seems like I have this image of a body without a soul, sitting on the stem of my brain. It looks tired, sick almost, seemingly without purpose. I once saw you sitting there, full of life, full of love, full of this need to make me feel nothing less than wanted. But your soul moved on, leaving behind a corroding carcass that has already infected all of the parts that I have left of you in my mind. Every image of you is now distorted, dipped in black ink and crumpled up. Our memories blow through my head like forgotten tumbleweeds that yearned to bloom into something more than dust. I can’t say I’m sorry for giving pieces of myself to you when you clearly weren’t ready, but I can say I’m sorry for expecting more from someone who always preferred less.
  • 10 1 16 minutes ago
  • Said with a sigh xx
  • Said with a sigh xx
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  • Sometimes, I wish it was possible to not exist for a while. To "hibernate" (in a sense). Not because I don't want to live anymore, but to be able to take a break from this whirlwind of a heart I have.
  • Sometimes, I wish it was possible to not exist for a while. To "hibernate" (in a sense). Not because I don't want to live anymore, but to be able to take a break from this whirlwind of a heart I have.
  • 6 1 22 minutes ago
  • Take me. 
Take me to a place where the water is clear and the white sand is abundant. 
To a place that feels like it is distant from your troubles but brings you closer to alignment with your purpose. 
Take me to where the water is shallow enough to feel safe. But deep enough to get lost. 
Take me to where the sun shines steady, but the clouds linger and remind me to be grateful for what I have. 
Take me there- where dreams meet wishes, where hopes meet reality, where plans meet action. Take me where I can be embraced by Mother Nature and inspired to be like her. 
Take me there- where I can do nothing, but feel everything. Take me to the gentle breeze that gives me breath, and to that quiet nothing that gives me peace. 
Take me away.... so that I can return whole once again. 
@sunitsuchdev
  • Take me.
    Take me to a place where the water is clear and the white sand is abundant.
    To a place that feels like it is distant from your troubles but brings you closer to alignment with your purpose.
    Take me to where the water is shallow enough to feel safe. But deep enough to get lost.
    Take me to where the sun shines steady, but the clouds linger and remind me to be grateful for what I have.
    Take me there- where dreams meet wishes, where hopes meet reality, where plans meet action. Take me where I can be embraced by Mother Nature and inspired to be like her.
    Take me there- where I can do nothing, but feel everything. Take me to the gentle breeze that gives me breath, and to that quiet nothing that gives me peace.
    Take me away.... so that I can return whole once again.
    @sunitsuchdev
  • 23 1 23 minutes ago