by Luna Maluna Gri
You think I am free
because I’m not settling,
because I’m running wild,
But let me tell you how it is
to live without a place called home,
I was four when we moved
from what I knew as familiar.
We moved from Vienna,
but only to move after a year again,
to a place we settled.
It took me a long time to understand
that I never did.
I was still restless inside,
for every time I knew,
if something would change
I’d loose everything again.
I’m not used standing still.
Maybe that’s why I crave traveling so much. Moving.
That’s when I started healing.
I don’t have roots,
I don’t have that one place I call home,
for I have so many,
so many hearts I live in
and loving places I call home.
You probably don’t understand.
You have only one home.
But for those who feel like me,
like a breeze on a summer’s eve,
I feel you.
Let me tell you,
you don’t need that one “home”.
For the only home you need is you.
You is the only home you need.
You and the love and light that lives inside you. Sparkling,
Everything else will come.
by Auguste Kreimer
by Aiden Nettavong
You are beautiful and you are loved.
It’s hard to see sometimes, but you are perfect. Billions of years ago a star exploded, scattering atoms across the Universe. Those atoms drifted in the emptiness of space for billions more years before finally coming together with billions of other atoms from all across the Universe to form the Earth. After a few billion more years of cycles passing through the Earth some of these atoms finally came in just the right way to form you. The Universe had set itself up just perfectly to make you the way you are. Sometimes tough times come, but think of what everything every atom in your body went through; the distance it traveled to make you. The fact that they all came together in just the right way to make you is beautiful in its unlikeliness.
When times get tough try to remember how beautifully everything synced up, think about how incredible it is that you can even feel the sadness you do. The Universe created you so it could experience itself. Love the high moments, but embrace the low ones. Know that nothing lasts forever, not even the lowest of the lows and that one day soon you’ll be at a high again. The Universe needs to know sadness to know happiness. When you’re in the lows embrace them and learn from them; learn what it is that makes them low and learn what it is that will bring you up again.
In all bad lies the seed of something good.
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 Emily Whyman
You are in a bee’s nest of your own construction. But you are queen, drone, and worker — you produce honey, royal jelly, wax, and propolis all on your own and call yourself successful in your exhaustion. You all do. These hundreds upon hundreds of solo hives, these vacant rattling things in which you buzz all the fasterlouderquicker to fill its echoing emptiness.
Talk fills the silence. For a little while. But your hive — all yours, just like you wanted — grows and shrinks with your hopelessness that you carry like a ghost over your shoulder.
But look. The tree drops shadows like leaves in the mid-morning sun. See her sway, see her dance, these grey mirrors of she that grows. Can you feel it? Flow into the ravine of this life. Take the time to rest your soul within the heartbeat of a moment. There is space inside all this noise. The tree grows for your soul, your hand’s work feeds her dance and sway.
Put it down, throw it away. There’s no peace in blue-lit trenches, these black mirrors, no matter how deep you fall and tap and allow time to slip past like so many missed sunlit minutes.
But the breath and eyes that are me cannot take a photo and hold up the Space to show the gasp and blindness that is you. You grasping, tragic thing, who can look at the sun and see nothing but just another day.
So I let the white wash of your world grip and roar, safe here in the space inside all your noise. That’s how I know the pebbles of your problems are mere grains on the shore. The real boulder is the one you every shackle to your bruised, bloody, and broken ankle before climbing higher up a sheer cliff because you can’t see the mountain for its gentle slopes.
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 Emily Rose
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 Aiden Nettavong
Taoists believe in duality within the Universe - opposing creative forces which, when acting against each other, create all there is. This is depicted in the yin yang symbol; a wholeness created by the two opposites, each containing within itself the seed of the other.
Most people see this and understand it as if one was a "good" force and the other a "bad" one in opposition one to another. But this is not entirely true. While good and bad can be represented within this, it is not the entirety of its meaning. While "good" can be represented by the yang and "bad" can be represented by the yin, these are but human terms; their meanings derived individually by each person whose understanding is rooted in their culture and education.
A more accurate view of these oposing forces can be seen as yin representing dark and yang representing light, yin representing dusk and yang representing dawn, or yin representing the side of a hill cast in shadows and yang representing the side bathed in sunlight. These all represent another key-belief for the taoists: that wherever one aspect of the creative forces which create existance is present - the other is containted within it. One cannot know darkness if they do not know light, dusk cannot occur without the preceeding dawn, and there cannot be shade on one side of the hill without sunlight on the other.
This illustrates that, while these are opposing forces, they come together in a unity which taoists call the Tao (the way); one cannot exist without the other, both constantly playing off one another (yet both needing each other) in a cosmic dance of energy spanning all of time. This dance plays out throughout existance on all levels, even within ourselves.
The psychologist Carl Jung touches on this with his idea of the Shadow Self. The idea holds that in order to reach self-actualization (being who you truly are/your true-self) one must balance their Shadow Self with their outward personality. This is a problem for most as the Shadow Self represents all the pieces of one’s personality which they do not like or are ashamed of and thus repress.
When taoist thought is applied to this it can be seen as an imbalance of yin and yang within a person; a denial of the darker portions of their personality (their internal yin) while over-emphasizing their lighter qualities (their internal yang). Doing this creates an imbalance and thus the person will lose their way (their Tao). This imbalance leads to unhappiness as the overemphasis of one’s yang puts strain on it, exhausting and weakening it over time. All the while the supression of one´s yin causes it to push harder and harder to exert itself, to a point where it explodes through the exhausted yang in a burst of anger or violence. While many believe it to be important to supress what they see to be "bad" personality traits, qualities, and impules in favor of more socially acceptable ones, if in doing this one is denying their natural impulse to a situation (their way/Tao) then it is not actually beneficial to anyone. After all, good and bad are relative terms invented by man and as such nothing is intrinsically either.
It is only through the balance of all aspects of one;s nature, the acceptance of all that one is that one can truly follow their path. By accepting that these "bad" traits are part of one´s being, one is not only better able to control and utilize them for good purposes, but also begins to be able to find the root of why one manifests these traits. In doing this one can firstly identify why they believe these traits are "bad," evaluate whether or not these traits could actually be used positively, and if not learn how to uproot them rather than supress them.
Good and bad exist within us all, but it is not through hiding one’s darker aspects that one will achieve virtue; it is only through the acceptance of all that one is and following who their heart knows them to be that this can be achieved.
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