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Maybe its the time of year, where everything around me is breaking down, from one form to another.

The leaves are falling from the trees, the old worn branches are blown by the wind from the boughs, the waters flow faster, with each day of heavy rain, and water floods down the streets, taking with it the discarded debris.

I was looki,ng at a box just now, with FRAGILE written on it and this is what came to me, at this time of breaking down, and taking away,before the world rests for the winter,in preparation for whats to come in the spring.


Can you hold me,



In your heart,

Knowing I could break?

And cut you with the shattered shards

my fear of loss,anger and shame ?


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Autumn Days

This is a song,(simply because it comes with a tune i made up,)but its going in poetry because I’m not about to sing it to you!

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If you look very carefully,

You’ll see the world differently,

the light shining on autumn days.

Its a magical time to see a beautiful mystery,

the light shining on autumn days…

and as the leaves,

fall from the trees,

There’s a chill in the air and the blue sky is clear,

the light shining on autumn days;

its a time when the secrets

keep time as earth sleeps,

The light shining on autumn days.

And as the light,

fades out of sight,

We’ve learnt and we’ve grown,

we’ve reaped what we’ve sown

As the light shines on,

autumn daze..


by Alexa,relax4recovery

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my eye
my eye

My eyes are tired
Of looking upon this world
And so,
With thin skinned veils lowered over them
I relax in darkness,
Dream of that place again;
Womb like comfort and weightless ease
Surrounds me,
my vision clears.
I open my eyes
And look upon the world once more
with child like wonder and a sense of awe .

By Alexa @relax4recovery

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The Call

I have an empty head today so I thought I d share this poem by a wonderful woman, who writes openly and honestly about her struggle to be who she truly is. If you get chance,give one of her books a read,they are truly inspirational.

I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Sometimes it comes as a soft-bellied whisper.
Sometimes it holds an edge of urgency.
But always it says: Wake up my love. You are walking asleep.
There’s no safety in that!
Remember what you are and let this knowing
take you home to the Beloved with every breath.
Hold tenderly who you are and let a deeper knowing
colour the shape of your humanness.
There is no where to go. What you are looking for is right here.
Open the fist clenched in wanting and see what you already hold in your hand.
There is no waiting for something to happen,
no point in the future to get to.
All you have ever longed for is here in this moment, right now.
You are wearing yourself out with all this searching.
Come home and rest.
How much longer can you live like this?
Your hungry spirit is gaunt, your heart stumbles. All this trying.
Give it up!
Let yourself be one of the God-mad,
faithful only to the Beauty you are.
Let the Lover pull you to your feet and hold you close,
dancing even when fear urges you to sit this one out.
Remember- there is one word you are here to say with your whole being.
When it finds you, give your life to it. Don’t be tight-lipped and stingy.
Spend yourself completely on the saying.
Be one word in this great love poem we are writing together.
© Oriah Mountain Dreamer, from the book The Call, HarperONE, San Francisco 2003