Seven Goddesses I AM

You know me as a poet and an artist but really what drives my energy flow is a deep and abiding curiosity about the psyche and our human/spirit connection.

I love to imagine and question, my inner world is alive with myriad characters, it’s like a pantomime in here!

So amongst all the pies my fingers are thick with I create workshop experiences and my latest one is called ‘The Seven Goddesses I AM’ It is a creative course with a visualisation component and an artistic process.

it is imaginative self portraiture 🙂

ANYWA, if this has peaked your interest at all, pop through on this link >> SEVEN GODDESSES and grab the first workshop FREE!

It’s fun, if you are on Facebook let me know and you can join the private group too if you like.

Thanks for your time,

Arna

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midnight raining

a devils harmony of transparent energy

a torrent of cyclonic colours

a heavenly ocean

and the lyrics flow

My mind is an amphitheatre

….the noise a crazed chomping……a toothy shouting

a violent birthing

and here I am

becoming

the fall…….?

the swallows dance

oh the fall!

unambiguous and bold

I AM

released, compliant

clever

I AM

a rolling universe

flirting with air

a sweeping landscape of fable

playing space

an illusionist

fingers folding

cool

sliding, smoothing

an ever changing

fleeting silver coat

the descent is rapid

the note is I

contained

falling falling

f

a

l

l

i

n

g

I AM complete

I

am

my

own

glimmering skin

My Dusted Skin

 

My  white body

coated like cake

my heart stretched

against dancing ribs

crying and pushing at quantum buttons.

This metaphoric desperation

forms storm cells

and knighted beings

create artworks on my knees.

I am moving me forward

mind cracked and allowing

a vessel,

a heat machine, self perpetuated,

momentum keeping it strong.

Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of

swirling contents

pigmented

with inspired action

plucked from a point

of connected vibration.

My dusted skin is priceless and my head prickles and burns

and then…. THEN!

I am made leopard as the clouds release their scent

and finally

I can breathe

YES

I am nothing

no more than moving air

 

 

was she even there?

 

and do you think I could see her,

feel her

smell her?

do you think I could find her

flower-eyed

softness,

her flowing pelt,

her intrepid glee…?

I heard her purring,

permeating,

beneath me

I am sure,

within my  own blossoming pages…

still….

was she even there

or

was she just a wisp

a climbing, fleeting moment

of undue grace…   ?

meant to be

absorbed

 

dissolved

tasted

but

never

written

down

 

 

 

Innocence

 

Yes

the blood that leaks a thousand fish is mine ……..!

AND I wield the glinting weapon that falls

upon your upturned face.

Lit by scented moonlight we are one

and that is the price,

your innocence is molasses, and I the thick-tongued cow

that laps you up!

My consciousness performs,

a conflicted melody

a lighthearted ballet,

perhaps Coppelia’

in the face of choice and personal responsibility,

for… the blood….

the murderous thoughts…..

Within our own anthill

the ocre dust stirs,

the world we give permission for speaks,

simmer down….

reduce violent thoughts

however justified we think they may be…..

Suddenly and defiantly

we ring, we spill

and IN floods the light

revealing polished palms.

 

In Your Hands

 

 

 

In your hands

I AM

cupped,

a temporary prayer

a sweet slice

of merging space

I AM

dappled dusk

a glance of playful light

falling

shadowed by grace

through velvet felted umber.

Running Water

 

 

The River is wanton,

it speaks to me

and I listen.

Restless creature I AM

a mossy rock by this river.

It’s earthy fragrance entices me,

I stand quiet and let it touch my body.

I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and

on my lips.

I love its accent of running water,

Its wonderful gurgle makes me thirsty,

I drink it in.

I like it.