I'm living in a gift economy
it's a circle, not an exchange or barter,
as I always thought it would be,
which bends my mind still
(and the lesson here is noted.)
I recieve fruits and veg freely,
with no expectation of return
They're grown with love
and I can feel it in every bite.
My heart opens wider
and I show up for my friend
with a gift of care she needs
that day.
She greets me with joy
and I know that tomorrow
she'll invite her neighbour
for ginger tea and
cocoa with honey
that will warm their hearts.
And so the gifts continue
traveling towards these who need,
shapeshifting and brining light
in the most unexpected forms.
The circle, like our hearts, never closes.
The energy keeps moving on and on,
becoming precisely what it needs to be
in the exactly right time and place
filling the gaps, with riddiculous generosity
exchanging scarcity for abundance.
I've been living here for a few days
yet
I still haven't taken the time
to make the space
Only now I'm realising
that it's partially deliberate.
I needed to live here first
to feel how it is to live here
so I can be a part of this space.
And now, a few days later,
The space and I
have tuned into each other
and we begin to live in symbiosis
and cocreate perfect conditions
for magic to emerge
I have everything I need, yet,
I trick myself into thinking
that I don't have enough
or that I need something
I don't have.
But now I am aware of that.
Deep down I know the Truth.
I just look around
and see.
My eyes trick me,
but I can feel it.
So I let go
completely.
It's scary at first
breathtaking
my heart skips a beat
.
and then the ground
is shaken under my feet
And then,
at another end of my life as I know it,
my heart starts beating
The Forest teaches me to be
so I am, still, motionless,
purging another thought from my mind.
There's a stick, and leaf and a tree nearby
Moments fly, and so do I
Before taking another breath to connect
With myself and ...
I'm still here, soothing my restless intellect
which pushes me to go and do important things
With every day here it becomes easier though
to just sink in and be still, motionless
I keep purging my dreams and fears
today again. Now again.
The Forest teaches me to be.
So I am.
Besides being one of the best things ever, living in a magical forest turned out to be a highly potent poetry-writing environment.
I've decided to publish these poems on a semi-public platform, to see if they resonate with you. If they do, then perhaps I'll turn them into a published collection. And if not, then no harm by putting them out there on the interwebz.