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Do The Thing!.... a new poem by Veronica Farmer

7/30/2015

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Do The Thing!
Your Thing
The Thing you came here for...
The making-the-world-better Thing

The same energy that creates masses of wealth
and prosperity
for those you disdain

is the same energy
you could do something with.

Those without heart
Have farmed us
tapped into the secret of creation.
They know we like to manifest
and they have sidestepped us 
into consumerism
and staring at phones
 
Don’t give up and wait
watching
For someone else to wake the people up
Do it
Do The Thing!
Your Thing 
The Thing you came here for...
The making-the-world-better Thing

God gave you a free ticket
to enlightenment

For me
It came at a cost and a process
It cost me a piece of my body
And my life

My old life

It cost me pain
And fire
And struggle

And yet
It was worth it
To leave an ordinary, grey small life behind
To come to the place
The place you already know how to access
in a heartbeat...
Beautifully
So beautifully 
It makes my heart catch to see you in the flow of it

The place I see in you
The Being Place
The Container of Universal love
The greatest love
Angel
You Healer

I had to explore the wide energy
Decide where I would sit in it
Consider if I was brave enough to
do something with it
It took me years

It takes you a breath

This is me 
Asking you to consider
Decide 
To stay with us.

You use chemicals, plants and the grape
As your access point
to open the mind
To be free from this world
To see beyond the lie of the picket fence
And expectation
Of a man's ordinary slavery

I get it

But we your Tribe
want company
In this healing business

Your wings high
and wide
next to us

With one of your smiles of sunlight
you bring us back together
And unlock the others
From grey drudgery
to pure laughing joy

Do you Remember?
How we love you
How You matter

If there is ‘The Man’
A tiny handful of the mass
deciding who we can be
Then we can be The Man
and The Woman
The larger proportion of the mass
Awake

Just by choosing to be…

Our Thing
The Real Thing
The Thing we came here for
The Thing that matters

We can use the same energy
and principles of creation
But this time of the Great Shift
We can use this energy 
with intention 
wisdom
and Light

Helping others remember
That they are able
To create another way to be
That they are beautiful

And the rest
Of the drama
The separation
The conflict
The mouse-wheel of ownership
Of control and manipulation

Can go.

Give the people something else
Other than the grey office
The slumped shoulders in the suit
And the years marking a tired face

It only requires your presence
Your smile
Your touch

That will make their heads turn
Slowly 
And a start

I remember 
when
You put up your hand and chose
to come to this odd place
before you came
into this body

You were excited
To leave your mark
Your gentle feather-like touch
The smile and scent of you

The Search for chemical enlightenment
Rather than simply being The Universe
Is hurting you
Your body is rebelling
The detoxing is making you slow
Your wings are tired

Please Be the Creator
Create
Get excited!
Stay!

Our world needs you
To be the jigsaw piece
You came to be

It’s time Lalei 
 
Do The Thing!
Your Thing
The Thing you came for
The making-the-world-better Thing

 
All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer 2015
 

 

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July 14th, 2015 Connection... a poem by Chrissy Sorensen

7/17/2015

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Connection

Everyone wants it but so many are scared of it.
You find it 
and then you run away.
Fear, holding you back.
You smash into it and it knocks you off your feet.
it's powerful, the stuff of electricity, 
the stuff of eye meets eye and not looking away.
Because you see my soul and I see yours
and I'd like to dive in deeper.

Often the connection gets lost in your head
which tries to sort out, rationalize, arrange and 
make sense of this strange and beautiful energy buzz,
this 'I met you yesterday but I've known you always' sort of feeling.
You knew me before, your head will tell you otherwise but
your heart is right.
Your heart knows the truth.

So for some this is when it's time to 
lock up the heart, put up the gate, close the door. (Quick, slam it shut!)
Too much, too scary, too strong....
too familiar.
Safer to stay in your head, to look away,
avert your gaze...
Especially when you were just about to dive in deeper.
Careful, cautious, best to stay on the same path
so you know what's coming, no unexpected turns or bumps.

Everyone else seems to be doing okay 
with their familiar path
and averted eyes
but I want more.
There's so much more than okay.
This life is too short and 
I'm not everyone else. 

I've unlocked my heart and my door is open
and I see you.
I see your beauty and your mess and
I feel the pain you've been holding onto for too long.
I feel scared too but I'd rather the fear than
no connection at all.
I'd rather the risk and the jump
than the safety net.

This is the stuff of real life, 
the connections we make,
the risks we take and it's electric. 
Electric authenticity when you hold my gaze
and take my hand
and dive in deeper.

All right reserved - Chrissy Sorensen. 2015
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Anger demands to be allowed... a poem by Veronica Farmer

7/13/2015

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Anger
Demands to be allowed
A volcano of emotion
It rattles
Shakes the voice
the skin

Do not hide from it
Or keep it firmly buttoned down
like a sunday school shirt
a deep gulp wrapping the throat
for decades
that sends its toxins into cells
bone, muscles 
sinews

Let it Free
Let it Roar

Take it to the ocean
And run it down the wet sand
Let its heat thrum out of you
Core out

Take it to the forest
Give it to the wet moss under your fingerpads
Give it to the moist earth

Do not leave it fermenting
Toxifying your being
With its pungent odour
Let it out the door of your heart

Oberve its great power
Let it Rip
Let it Storm
Then ...
Let it go

Feel the storm subside
After it has thundered through every crevice
Along flooded kerbs
And made the dog cower
look at you funny

Feel the freedom
Of it
How it catches all the old pain
Humiliations and failures
Scoops up the ancient wars and rages long held within
Takes them all and spews all out like lava

Then 
Let it be done with
Forgiven

Then
Smile at Yourself
Do something with the shy sunlight 
that follows pounding rain
that floods your being
gently
carefully

Smile softly at your greatness
How it can manifest
In a roar
Be not afraid of yourself

Anger
Once run its course
Clears you

Gives you room
to roam
Be adventurous
Be free

The thought
The knowing
The feeling
Of who you are 

Powerful 
Beyond
Measure
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We are taught how to love... a poem by Veronica Farmer

7/7/2015

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Women
are taught
how to love

Be beautiful
Display yourself
in a shop window 
of an evening

Look, seek, pine
crave  
and search
Quick now!
Before your dewy skin 
begins to lose its glow

Find
a prince
on a shining stallion
a king
with ruthless strength
a wild man
with arms of steel
Contract yourself
 
Women
are taught how to love
to quieten the throat
words and ancient knowing locked away
But you may
expect
or control 
Another
to ensure safety 

Women 
are taught how to love
find someone fast now
to bear the sack of gold 
For you will carry other great
sacks on your back
unseen by others
but they must be perfectly sewn
embroidered with stories to impress

Men are taught how to love
To carry an unspoken load
be a pack horse
bearing a backpack of stones
This is expected
without words
the eyes explain
just as soft hair arrives 
above still soft lips

Men are taught how to love
To compete
or opt out
Either be the victor
with one foot on another's throat
or be
a failure in the man-game
only two choices

It is time 
for another way to Love
And it is time 
for this way to come 

the burden of man
to the Patriarch
and the serving of women to it
is becoming tiring
no longer satisfies
We can all feel it...

Times of living lonely
in small boxes
confused pushing silver steeds
in bright lit malls
our weekend spiritual church
has lost its pleasure

The baubles made by exhausted
Chinese children
once brought home with pride
now lead to sleepless nights of worry
how to pay?
how to pay?

We are remembering
that we are
in fact
hunters
gatherers
tribal

Capable of wide love
Better in community
We offer more
Remember more of ourselves
When we gift and receive
from each other

That we can
Be beautiful in our real
That we can 
Look inside
And see
We are love
and strength
Enough
Both
And we can
Do it 
Be it
and walk beside each other
not behind or ahead

Remembering the reason you came
into this body
Why you are here
Heals this need
this craving
this resistance and discomfort
in the old identities

In holding your own body
as a sacred treasure
in knowing it
in loving it
in using it fully

You become
The Strength 
The Power
The Heart
The Love

That calls your tribe
to you

Men throw down your armour
Women leap from the tower 
onto the back of your own horse
Let your mane run behind you free
The tribe can ride
side by side
exhilarated and unbound

And the love 
real love
free and truthful
unweighted
Is you 
all by itself

All rights reserved Veronica Farmer for The Lioness Project Poetry www.tlppoetry.com
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You take up so much space.. a poem by Chrissy Sorensen  

7/7/2015

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You take up so much space

There are people who have come
into my life
and made their own space,
a room of sorts,
and they decorate it with their own pictures,
a table, some books
a few items that say
I am here
for a while.


Some people take a seat on the couch 
and linger
for a cup of coffee...
but they don't bring any chairs or pictures.
They might carry a mug for the visit
but they take it with them when they leave. 

There have been some who just needed to take 
something from my life, 
so I gave them a few 
of my blankets, my favorite plates, my bookshelf.

Maybe I gave them more than they deserved 
but I didn't know that at the time.
These people sometimes leave
marks on the walls, scratches on the floor,
a mess in your heart. 

But you...
You are building a home in my life.
Not a room, not a spot on the couch,
but your own home. 

You take up so much space,
sometimes it scares me, so vast, 
but the most beautiful space...
so different than the others.
There are windows and light and
it's always changing, growing and
you bring
more of yourself here each day.
It doesn't feel crowded or stuffy 
even in the darkest of times.

It's warm, cozy...
safe and strange all at once...
and I never want you to take your pictures,
your coffee mug,
or any of the pieces of you.
Bring everything.
Stay.
Stay for longer than a while.


All Rights Reserved Chrissy Sorensen for The Lioness Project Poetry www.tlppoetry.com
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The Words... a poem by Chrissy Sorensen

7/7/2015

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I think there is so much more
to say to you.

The words get lost
lost

Lost
in the wake up
the get up
get going
hurry
of the day.

And I'm scared
we will be
lost
so lost

If I don't find
the words


All rights reserved Chrissy Sorensen for www.tlppoetry.com
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The Return... a poem by Veronica Farmer

7/4/2015

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Now is the time
For the Great Return

More than a Shift
A Renewal
A revolution of Love
Thousands upon thousands
Channeling the Magdelene and Eso anew

The time is now
To claim the throne of a new humanity
Our earth back
From greedy owners
who keep you sick and distracted

Awaken
you all
to yourselves
Lay down separation 
from Light

You are Light

The truth is calling
The way of an evolved God
No more male above 
or female
Just profound Light 
All forms 
All expressions
beautiful

Love all powerful
Light
Hope
Freedom for all

It is time
To claim our home

Just Be
Your Fullness
Your unique ignition
With great wings upon your back


All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer www.tlppoetry.com
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The Quiet Call... a poem by Chrissy Sorensen

7/2/2015

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I hear a quiet call...

I know you hear it too...
It starts as a whisper, 
so soft you think you're imagining it.
Yet you stop, straining to understand
The sound, so powerful yet muffled.

It's a call to your bones, 
your heart
your skin 
your soul
your whole being, 
an awakening.
it's time.

It's the call of who you've always been,
a reminder of sorts....
for you've forgotten along the way.
And when you look down, 
the chains are heavy, so heavy
and you feel them 
dragging you along.

Your heart longs to crack open wide,
wide, so wide...
Your feet long to run, so fast and far.
Your body aches for the fire,
shaking with passion,
trembling with desire.

The call is no longer quiet
and the sound fills your entire being.
You try to contain it,
the wild dance brewing in your soul,
your eyes wide, your skin tingling.
Your dance is fierce...
beautiful, sweaty and strange all at once
and as you move
the chains of an appropriate life 
crumble...
dust to the earth.

Your wings open wide,
reaching and stretching and remembering 
that flight is inevitable.
You forgot what this felt like, 
the power and strength of your freedom.
Your feet float ever so slowly off of the ground
As you begin to take flight...
Light and peaceful.

I hear a quiet call
for the wild, strange soul dance
inside of me, (inside of you)
and the flight of freedom
in my wings. 
it's time.

I know you hear it too...


All Rights Reserved Chrissy Sorensen 2015
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    Veronica Farmer is an Amazon Best selling Author and Poet.  Her book  Made Beautiful by Scars- Transformation Stories is a book of raw human inspirational stories that help readers find their truth, their "fierce" behind life scars. When she is not writing, Veronica is a renowned intuitive Healer and therapist at her Healing clinic on the Gold Coast, Australia.  

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