To Heal…

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Let me whisper how
Your healing grows
You know your knowing
Knows
Your kernel
Core has more
And more than you
Can ever dream
To hold your holding
Is your emptiness
Of things let me
Impress what seems
Is meaningless
Unless you grow
To follow in
The only thread
You sew
Your truth to flow
Your grace is this
The rest is just
The things that will not last
The future past
Is never with your now
This is your gap
Your how
The grasp of that
Which keeps
You tied to crap
Let go
You know
Your so
Your healing
Trust is just
This inner
Seed you grow
Your knowing
Kernal core
Holds more
Than you can ever dream
Your seem is not
What you’re here for
Your more and more
So own such things
Of Self you are your
Lore of letting be
Yourself in motion
Set to be there’s
Ever more your meaning
Wealth is never yore
Your feeling free
Your song unchained
Unwrit is yet
You write your self
You get to be
Your right
To heal is here
You see
Your sight
Is never blind
They say that love is
I say kind
Your kindred soul
Unwinds
You spin your destiny
With me we’re
This and this
We are the spinning earth
Our girth is wide
Enough to hold
Ourselves so green and
Blue we grow in to
What is to be
Become the light
That is our hope
We are our only home
We never left
So rest for life
Is not a test
Our sleep is best
When we’re awake
In wonder at the rate
We heal so feel
Complete within
The incompletion
We have all
There’s no depletion
We secrete ourselves
The substance heals
This healing’s easy
Comes so naturally
No mystery
Just actually occurs
And to concur
I leave you with
What has begun
Your Self…

©K Barr

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Daring Darling

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Daring darling
Crying crescent
Moon your tears
Are falling dews
In mourning
Quenching thirst
Of Earth to thrive
Alive
Come morning
Break your grief
Is flown from sun
Is shown Erase
Your traces
Given graces
You had sown
In love to meet
The needy
All your loss
For gain is ours
The cost you bear
Your tears fulfilment
There in care
You break and leak
For earths beseech you dare
©K Barr

Dervish

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Fervours fever
Dervish whirling
Turning evolutions
Wheel
Revolves its
Spinning round
And rounds
Creations song
Is singing now
No nouns It’s growing
Going gone
Yet on and on
Feel the heartbeat
Of the living
futures tumbling
In a throng
see such sunlight
Seed the greening
Force for growing
Sowing needing
Time is motion
For no meaning
Sense nonsensical
This dance is leading
Ecstasy
Exhilarations
Feeling right in place
At home
Atoned in grace
Is here no face just being
Loved and loving life
Is reeling
Peeling falsehoods
Daze revealing
Naked truth in evolutions
Revolutions
Wheels are turning
Changes round
Creations song
Is singing bold
And going gone
Yet on and on…

©K Barr

 

The Call of the Wild

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Wild wayward child
Walk glad
The path that’s
Always never tamed,
Untrod un-parted
Started where?
Such brambles run to trip
Ensnare of thorn
That just may pierce
To make you bleed
You need your light
Your only light
Your guide will
Dwindle and dissolve
Into such pools of
Shadows locked in flocks
Of spectres haunting cries
For there
With reverential care
In every step uneven
Never knowing where it leads
Or lead
You even
Lose your wits
You yet
Had longed to shed
That self
Like worn out clothes
You may just drop
To let your naked skin
Begin to breathe
Expose like birth
Alone you never needed
false apparels
Never suited ways
That others trod the same
Your name was never
Thing unchanging
Always re-arranging
You are not the same
You are a traveller
Your heart
On grounds no one
Has walked before
Or will again
For it is told
That those who walk the path
That others fear to tread
Reap riches for all souls to wed
And more can feast of food
That ever satiates
The hungry heart
Become the Gods that shape
The destinies your fate
And not Forsake for long
The paths that you
And only you
With wild wilfulness
In truth can walk afar
Can make your own
You own and find
Alone your way
Where darkness lies
Are answers
Answer call
For after all
You are a willing
Wild child
Not destined for
What has been
But primed for finding
All that may become
Along your solitary
Wandering come
Intransigence eternal transit
Freedoms to be found
Within the wildness
All around
Walk free!

© K Barr

Ageing

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Shrunken woman
Crooked with age
Wise sage
Who walks the ways
Within I fear to tread
You read the stars
Set in my head
My eyes you open
See through dark
My living losses
Linger stark you know
The parting
Of my thighs
My kernelled heart
You open wide
Hear pitch of sorrows
Note in sighs
Of things I never
Got to do
Before you beckoned
You who drew
To places that I quake
To go
You know and yet
You show
That I must walk
As you and only
You be true
To me
My destiny
To be is this
A crone
An ultimate and lone
Old woman
I come home

©K Barr

Lilith said:

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We all make mistakes, and marrying Adam was one of mine. So young and impulsive at the time, however all I can say is I learned from the experience and have moved on. In fact, a long way on….
I was the first wife, long before Eve came on the scene and had to come down from my mighty palace and fine background to get tangled up with him in the first place.
I was more than his equal in every sense, but he didn’t think so. This became glaringly apparent after I woke from the brief honeymoon period that had clearly clouded my judgement.
Was I glad to get out of that poky little hovel he called Eden and back to the wilds with my freedom and dignity intact? You bet your sweet life I was. He forgot that my lineage goes way way back, before he was even conceived of. He was from mud alright and I am from the stars and moon, the sun and also his tiny earth. What’s more, the desire too in the very hearts of little beings like him is attributed to me. Be warned, I will never let myself be taken for granted.
One other thing I want to clear up…he and his kind say my voice is like a screech owl…Well, to put the record straight, it certainly is not like a screech owl. It is the very screech owl itself, for I always come in the night, at the back of their dreams, winging it in their fears and dreads.
Oh, I have been so misunderstood. They say I steal babies, well I do not steal babies, I simply rescue them whilst their young souls retain the ability to love and laugh. This is to defend those very baby souls from being corrupted and further wounded by the Adamsis stupidity and selfishness, to say nothing of the violations they inflict behind closed doors…ooh! It makes my cold blood boil and dark eyes blaze with justified rage.
You see, I just cannot sit by and let the Adamsis get away with it. So there…that part is true. I wrap the fragile soul babies carefully up in my dark wings all nestled safe and secrete them away to a very beautiful and secure place where they can no longer be harmed. The baby souls stay there, quite content until their walking talking human selves can be strong enough to retrieve them when they wish to regain the ability to live fully alive and love…and that, makes the risks I take and bad press I get even more worthwhile.
So, if you ever hear the whisper of my wings or feel the breeze of my breath in passing just remember it is me just going about my self-appointed work as usual. SCREEEEEECH!©K Barr