When you can’t fall asleep next to your lover because a war rages inside of you…
Not one that they’ve placed there but a war you’ve siloed into.
Silo?
Silo: to isolate someone or something in a way that hinders communication and cooperation with others
I didn’t know what that word meant before my pen hit paper
but I knew it was right
Sometimes I can’t think at all
tears and circles inside
until I write.
Making much out of nothing it seems
Or looking closer at everything.
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What is a day gone smooth? Is it without upset? Is it without grief?
Do you really seek that which is easy?
or do you seek the seamless integration of wisdom
to hold upset and grief in stride
To pause where there need be rest.
To ask for guidance.
To cry
at a place where motion is without direction
Turn the map for a new perspective
Where is home?
Home is in this body
Home is in the grand body, Mother
Home is being a steward of the holy land that is this Earth
Home is where we bring love
Home is where we tend it
Home is where we create space
The space to surrender.
The surrender to full life,
To the power of small
To the current that carries
The surrender to creation
We were born of surrender
Of sweet soil to solid seeds
Of sand in silent devotion to unsound sea
Of mothers,
Holding soft seeds in softening bodies
Of the daughters that carry
Of the women that see
We were born of forgiveness
But what does that mean?
Forgiveness is surrendering to the love that will always be
And trust,
Love will always be.
It will roll at our feet and carry us when in need
It will dance and rest inside of our breath
In the marrow of bones, in the movement of flesh
Love will not wait for you to open your heart—
It reaches right past chest and opens it for you
Just as roads curve and slice through mountainsides;
Love wraps around you with its warm embrace
Destroying walls and barriers with utmost grace
Just as honey melts into warm, fresh bread
As carefully as silk scarf tied about your head
Just as ocean flows around your form
Return to the love from which you were born
About the Creator
Sedeso Vinisha
A palm open and full of life
A mouth full of sound
Toes curled for want of resistance
A single seed that weighs a pound
Tasting the air at the top of a mountain
The oiling of skin
Clove
Sun
Sedeso
Through words and sound we are kin




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