Ffion
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Luminous Symbols
Practising using my voice to say things that make me tremble. Remembering, when I'm in a tangle, that I can ask, "what am I really trying to say?" and that there's time to really try if I make it. Devoting myself to what needs to pour out.
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Lately
I make circles with my tense jaw on a video call. My love is making the same circles.
Crossing the third bridge, hammered-down chickenwire stops me slipping into black and white thinking.
Wild Safety
I woke up heavy with corridor dreams. There’s blueness to the dark morning.
Those ovals I don’t understand.
The wheat and red poppies remind me of wanting to feel wanted.
It felt like the first day of my life
Notice it, breathe it in, swallow it.
The violence of over-identifying with my light side.
Last night in the distance I saw a red iris.
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