by Emily Whyman
About the author
"My name is Emily Whyman, I am Australian writer of fiction and non-fiction, although storytelling through fiction is my true calling. I live closely with nature, on a farm in the sub-tropics, and get my ideas and inspiration by waiting for the land to whisper them to me."
by Shannon Haly
Your mind is a mirrored garden
that reflects the truth you seek
it’s based of words you’re thinking
or the words you choose to speak.
Each thought is a new plantation,
to live your truth
to build the finest garden -
that doesn’t build by fluke.
But the mirror can reflect a darkness
a weed-filled, mossy place
where thoughts that you are thinking
lack dignity, lack grace.
thoughts are magic potions
like a grand big
that manifest your journey
by Shenae Waller
Today, I saw the little girl I was,
amongst the gum trees and fallen leaves,
with dirt under her fingernails,
and sun on her cheeks.
She took it all in.
The fresh sweet scent of damp grass,
and the voices of the birds singing in her ears.
I saw the little girl I was.
Unafraid to dream, to imagine,
to explore and seek.
Unafraid to be herself.
Unafraid to be seen alone.
unafraid to love.
Happily tangled in Earth.
Making homes for ants that crawl
along her toes,
speaking the language of the trees,
wrapping her twig arms around the trunks,
gathering weeds, rocks, and snapped bark;
creating something magical with her mind.
I saw the little girl I was,
happily lost in uncertainty,
but on an adventure nonetheless.
She was here, in a series of past nows,
making friends with caterpillars,
telling them to 'be patient in the process to flourish.'
She let her fantasy become her reality,
before the sun set under the horizon,
and homemade soup
warmed her tummy.
I saw the little girl I was,
and she told me that I had never truly lost her.
She was here all along,
telling me its okay to dream,
to let go of expectations and live here,
in this moment.
Because you'll never get one quite like it.
Take it all in, she said,
with eyes twinkling.
Smell the flowers,
spread seeds of joy,
talk to the moon,
and maybe with a bit of magic,
everything will fall into place.
She held her small hands in mine,
softening her voice,
'Life is a mighty adventure. A gift.
Take it all in,
and enjoy the thrill, the wisdom and magic of
by Auguste Kreimer
There were people who wouldn’t recognise her as a Goddess,
Who wouldn’t see her light and her powers.
And even sometimes
She herself wouldn’t embrace her flaws
And that this is what her empowers.
Even when all seemed dark
She could unconsciously
Vibrate pure love through her veins in this human suit.
Here whole being was like a light spark
She is Love
Some people saw it in the way her eyes smile
To someone she never met before,
Or how she leads by being an example
Of speaking her truth and embracing her inner child.
She might have made mistakes,
But without them she wouldn’t be where she is now.
Through learning her mistakes she could help people,
And, oh God, she loved what she was doing on Earth.
Even if she wouldn’t see it in herself,
She would spread the Love and Light all the time.
Even to those who tried to tame themselves from her.
They could feel it.
It was connection with oneself.
Unleashed inner powers
That we all have within ourselves.
by Emma Lundstedt
I thought I wouldn’t be able to do this you know,
I thought the world would never look the same without you.
Without your poetic words always lingering at the top of your tongue,
without the endless thoughts and stories that never failed to amaze me.
I thought I would stop being me you know,
I thought I would never be the same without you.
Without your voice sounding like my favorite melody,
without your gaze that made my cheeks turn pink.
Pink like the lilac sky when we watched our first sunset.
But today I woke up,
and the sun was shining brighter than ever,
and as I felt the warmth on my face,
I realized that it was not only the sun that was shining.
It was my soul that had finally peeked a hole in the darkness for a stream of light to shine through.
The blueberries I ate were sweeter today, and bluer.
And my smile was bigger today,
and I cried a lot.
But it was not the usual tears of sadness.
It was freedom. That’s the word I’m looking for.
by Sarah Maria Lili
And if I’d have to explain my love for him to you,
I’d describe it as a massive ocean,
flooding all my valleys and mountains of sorrows and fears…
Washing them away,
perhaps several floods needed,
but washing out their wounds even more each time.
Sometimes the salty water hurts,
but it’s good at the same time,
cleansing me from all the gunk I’ve been polluted with
for a very long time.
So, he doesn’t even realize,
but is actually healing my emotional landscape
slowly but surely,
but more surely than I’d ever thought it’d be possible.
And the most beautiful part about it is,
that he only inspired me to do so.
In the end,
I do heal my own by my own doing,
And therefore, I am so damn grateful for you.
For your love
and the love you make me feel.
by Megan O'Malley
he sang sweetly
of dancing and the changing of the seasons
staring in to the crowd of the shadowed faces
who stared back at him
he let his voice fill the room
and then let his smile take over
if they were really listening, no one could move
he stunned them with lyrics, thick with all different types of love
and he watched as the crowd thinned out
my heart races now thinking of his melodies
that sang to me
and if I look long enough at the swaying trees and changing leaves
I’ll think of him and how he said he was so happy
now, I’m wrapped in lullabies
that tell stories of unfinished dreams
and empty hands that still reach for what they can’t have
the dancers that are broken but don’t want to dance
they just want love and they’re still somewhere hoping for it to come
I think love would be wonderful
but I do want to dance
and so I spend nights where he once did
spinning my heart away to the music that somebody else decided to play.
by Shenae Waller
I sit on a rock beside a stream of gushing water and I can't help but think;
life is a river.
Flowing and ever moving.
And I should take life as it comes,
as it flows,
and not resist the tide or fear the risk of drowning.
Because life is constantly moving whether I'm ready or not.
I used to be afraid of the rushing water and rocks that trapped me.
But now, I realise the water wasn't rushing but flowing,
I just wasn't willing to let go.
I'm learning to though, and I find it exciting;
wondering where life will take me next.
Because I'm learning to trust in the flow,
and enjoy the adventure that is life.
The rocks challenge me but they do not trap me,
for I do not fear them; for they are a gift,
a lesson for me to learn, grow,
and become stronger,
for the next cycle of flow.
by Emily Whyman
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