by Shenae Waller
It's easier to think flowery thoughts
when the sun casts a dancing light,
on crinkled bedsheets
and makes your skin glow
and cheeks a little pink.
But what about the times when grey clouds
shadow the sun and hollow your cheeks,
as you hold your breath and try to breathe,
through corrupted lungs
when you feel like an ant
trapped in a corner,
with the one desire
to pull curtains closed
and block out any sign of life.
On these days,
in these moments,
when it feels like a moth
circling your brain,
this is when to be brave,
place your hand upon your chest,
slow your breath,
and listen intently,
do you hear it?
that miracle beating inside?
A beautiful melodic tune
that sings through the alluring magic
dripping sap of purity and affection,
crafted by the divine
and coated in fabrics of stars.
Light a match,
watch it illuminate your room,
to make you realise
there's an inner flame
that you possess
to cast out the dark
and release the shackles
at your feet.
Days filled with blue skies,
and rosy cheeks,
will come into clear.
But this I want you to remember,
write it down on a note,
ink your skin with it,
say it loud and clear;
whatever it is
to make these words
There's always light
to seek and be found
even in the darkest of times
all there seems to be
and the remains
of waterlogged ash,
there is light,
even in the darkest night,
strike a match
and the shadows
Darkness yields to the light,
by Luna Maluna Gri
Healing actually isn’t that
glamorous and glowing thing
everyone makes it out to be
and it hurts
It truly f***ing hurts
You are digging
to the place
where all your pain,
suffering, scars, hurt and darkness
You will unleash it
not causing ripples
but massive waves
which will take you breath
It will also tear down
you so carefully built
around your scars,
not to hurt you any more
but to flush them out,
cleaning every inch
clear out every debrises
which are still there
and make them able
Yes it will hurt,
you will feel like
as if you are being ripped apart,
loosing your breath
being flooded with feelings,
flushing out everything
inside of you
But you won’t.
You will make it out
to the other side
It is necessary
to make you
you might not see it yet
but it’ll be so worth it
by Shannon Haly
From the stars you come,
and to the stars you’ll go-
so listen to your heart
and turn in
to the Om.
There’s a voice deep inside
that only you can know
where all our soul’s desires
are bubbled up in one.
It’ll take you to your fears
to the place you’ve dreaded most,
and show you to your deepest parts
that you thought you’d held so close.
It’ll whisper in a
hushed hushed tone
that’s easy to ignore;
and that’s the real true secret here:
It’s what life’s searching for-
For the dreamer here to listen hard
To follow its heard
In unknown tunes and hums.
It doesn’t matter when or how
for it’s all part of a plan;
when you trust in life
that voice within
that’s been guiding you all along.
For it’s from the stars we come and to the stars we’ll be
and it’s a plaground that we’re given here until it’s time to leave.
So while you’re here
and then you’ll choose to see
the living, breathing truth of You-
the realization that you’re free.
by Anna Sperotto
And then she asked: Why do you love me?’’
And he said:
“I love you for all the reasons you thought I’d not”.
"Cuz the stars are in your eyes,
The moon dust it's in your skin,
Look at the way sunshine plays with your hair,
Oh darling, have you seen someone special like that?"
“We are looking for stars in each other's eyes but we can't realize we are the whole sky"
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.
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