self actualization

Sitting Shiva

/ leahjoyp. MayaRose SpokenWord / 1 Comment

Mama God bring us out of the underworld into your light of heaven promised by the warm hearth of Demeter.
The patriarchal past has reached its demise yet no one moves aside from Durga’s mighty force of nature
Flooding us out of our old ideas and drying up the water that we use as tears of mother
Isis holds us dearly but her grip is slipping while we wiggle oumamagodphotorselves into poverty over inflated and Pushing down the last ounce of Kuan Yin’s service to walk in the shadow of Jesus
Lift the chin to the sun and Ra still remains
There is no extinction in the womb only crowding with elbows raised to answer the money call that is your last best hope to make it count before you die with Sedna scaring the power out of your sentimental heart
I cry for you
I weep for me
I try for all; lest trying be my destruction under Pele’s bible exhausted by fumes ripping apart my neighborhood
Out of source the devil dances with play on
Pachamama’s back as an unwelcomed host draining the blood, leaving my belly resources-less with disease to be bought and sold in the waiting room
Nut sky disguises the mystery under smog lamps
I can’t comprehend the dust that burst into me
Swallowing up the oxygen where none escapes
Mama Goddess awakens now not fighting and gently tapping before it is too late to bury another loved one riddled with cancerous suffocation to what to do next.
I ache for you
I scream for me
I surrender for all; lest surrender be the laziness that lacks the telling
What to do behind the burka with wise eyes wishing better
Freya seducing the snake into the spider’s web feeding the nest and fumigating the forest.
Merging the edges into smooth spikes of electricity combustible by shear will into another form retreating into the synthesis of Divine
You and
Me!

©lj2015

In search of a mission

/ leahjoyp. MayaRose SpokenWord / 2 Comments

Hello All,

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As I navigate through this crazy world of online media, applications and technological apparatus, I seemed to have lost my welcoming post that I wrote last week.  I find it very fitting, considering that I have grown anxiously comfortable with pen and paper and begrudgingly gave myself permission to dip my toe into the blogging world.  One of the many challenges I am learning to overcome as I brave through my fear of sharing my inner world with the outer cyber-sphere.

Each day as I find myself inspired to write my pain, frustration, creativity and musings on facebook, I see the need to shift to a new forum;  One that will allow me to fully express that which needs to be expressed.  I joke with many about naming this blog “shit that pisses me off”, and if not for the fear of sounding too cynical, or bitter I would gladly do so.  More honestly I must find a title to capture the essence of my personal mission of beauty, truth, self-expression, and sustainability.  So as of now a title is TBA.  I see my writing as a baby that needs to experience the world before its personality can be assessed.   Like a child, grown and little alike, words needs freedom to be, say and do in order to use its wings.

I must always underscore that I am not an expert at anything and admit that I know absolutely nothing, though I hold strong opinions about everything.  I am wise enough to take my beliefs very seriously but not my credibility.  I am always open to passionate peaceful conversations; though please not on this site. Keep your written comments to ones of effective support and encouragement and If you have insightful information to educate me with, I am a phone call away…….

Let the journey begin….