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Om

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Light of my soul

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Beat of my heart

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Soles on the soil

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Mirror in my mind

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Compassion at my core

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Spirit by my side

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Peace in my presence

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Om.

 

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The Power of Vulnerability

I have been learning amazing things with Brené Brown’s course The Power of Vulnerability with Sounds True on Udemy.

13 years of her research into shame, vulnerability, empathy and living wholeheartedly. This is powerful stuff!

Brené delivers the course with great stories, humour and real humanness, recognising we all have ‘shame gremlins’ and how we can all build an authentic life with more play, joy, creativity and connection.

This course has been so hugely inspiring, and I would highly recommend!

Link to the course here

And here is Brené of course, back in 2010

Wish

I wish to be
oceans of reflections
mirror neurons
in constant flow
suspended by the
universal matrix

I wish to be
rhythms of Atlantis
mathematical life
logical irregularities
crystal clear
waters

I wish to be
stars in inky darkness
a waxing moon
upon the waves
constellations in
unconscious conversation

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A Little Piece About Me (blogging101)

A warm welcome to my blog, my name is Bryony…

I am here, because I have been on a remarkable and transformative journey that has included reclaiming my voice – in many senses of the word. I have created this blog as one way to speak aloud from my heart and soul. This is an act of courage for me.

I am an empath and highly sensitive, and I have found words to be invaluable in helping me to describe the incredible and unseen energies around us, as well as to navigate my own life experiences and my soul path.

I am also a healer, and I have found words to be powerfully healing. They have the potential to express and free the spirit, to connect us to ourselves and the power within. They also connect us to our roots, the Earth, and to the divine. They can light up the darkness and wonder at magnificence; they can catch us when we fall and hold us until we can stand up again.

I will post my poems under White Soul Poetry and pieces of inspiration I find along the way under White Soul Inspiration.

You can read more about me here.

I would love to hear from you ~ whether you identify as an empath or sensitive, how you resonate with my poems, any stories you have of reclaiming your voice, your inspiration, and anything to do with spirituality!

Open

You have set me an example of greatness
With pockets and pieces to hold, and uphold
To be curious and conscious
To claim my courage to be bold
In the weaving of stories
Come dreaming and doubt
Of humans, each of us
Full of potential and truth
Of our limits to be ruthless
Of our guts to be selfless
And our hearts to be open.

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Mystery Love

Through the first wall
The delicate inner space
Between membrane
And cellular, suspended movements
Gaps as wide and small as a water droplet
To the centre
Where there is no middle point
This is all that is
This replication in each cell
The core is connection
The point of no centre is
A reflection of each replication
The creation and love is yours
Each story is you
In incomplete totality
The love of mystery
And the disappearing mystery
Of ungraspable love.

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A Million Jewel Anemones

I dip my head in,
Brace myself,
And dive deep
To vertical walls and gullies
Where no one goes.

After a storm
New life
Competes for space
I look down,
See a million jewel anemones
Breathing
Bright purple tendrils
Flowers and gems
Of the unseen sea,
Just off the coast
Where you are.

At times I turn my head
To look back and see
Our connection
Travel back to infinity
Was it heaven sent?
With divine compliments
Implicit with ~
The design and desire
To set us free.

image by John Turnbull from https://www.flickr.com/photos/johnwturnbull/15656662959/

A Sea of Glass

I stand on a sea of glass
Below ~
Fractals of light
Before ~
Your house.

Half-closed blinds

I watch you through
Bevelled windows
Sometimes I disappear in the curves
Sometimes you see my breath
melt the frost.

When I lose sight of you
Beyond ~
In rooms
Behind ~
Doors and walls

I know you are there

And so I wait.

Sweet November

You are wrapped around
my heart
How did you get there –
When did it start?

I remember
that sweet November
When I thought
All was broken.

The first concept
A corral, a cross
And my soul rejoiced –
Nothing is lost.