Artwork by author, Ilis Trudie Palmer

I do it because I want to
Shoulds and ought to
no longer reside in my mind
I rolled those boulders over the edge —
that cliff of low confidence was so high,
I tried,

For so long to be the one you call
When the world was not turning in the direction you wanted it
I tried to turn it,
Greasing old hinges,
Calling in favours from those who owed me favours
I was spent,

So now when you see me
Being all hi and bésame
And how was your day, let me rub your back,
I do it because I want to
Not because I feel that I have to,
please you.

© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
One Love

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As I sit

Moments of Triumph. Image captured by author, Ilis Trudie Palmer

The head lightens and the passage opens
The connection is locked in
As I sit
And relax this physical, causing the spiritual to rise
From deep inside,

Between the trails and challenges of life
Spirit sighs,
While I breathe,

Welcoming this moment with relief
That I can go back to where I came from
I’ve been here quite long, I struggle on;

One step at a time, sometimes begging a ride
From the Force that holds me steady, every time
I give thanks and praise,

For this new day and all that it brings
For the moments of triumphs
The times of petty failure
As perceived by human eyes,

I sigh
I breathe
I connect

Thank you.

© Ilis Trudie Palmer 2022
One Love

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She watched the steam rise from the old kettle, one that had long lost its whistle, but still used to boil water.

She was making tea — Eyebright and Holy Basil, with slices of green ginger.

It was to be tonight, they told her. The night before her 51st, she was about to cross the halfway mark, and things were going to accelerate.

Was she ready? She was, as best as she knew how; the unknown was so named for a reason.

Sipping on the tea, she felt her head lighten. Holy Basil was potent, and with the magic properties of Eyebright, things will be seen and understood differently. She was crossing over, into the other realm.

Another taste of the brew and her head grew lighter, like a balloon attached to an anvil, her physical body, she had to release it.

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And see different thing….

Artwork by author. Ilis Trudie Palmer

It is often that we do not see
The solutions to our problems
Made to expand and grow so tall
That they rival lofty mountains

Instead we take the time to pause
And wait to hear the plan
We prefer to complain, and toss some blame
Always toward the Man

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Ilis Trudie Palmer

Ilis Trudie Palmer

Energy, Creativity, Spirituality, the Great E.S.C; One dose of upfulness in each story or poem or song lyric. https://esotericgardenskn.com