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Flawed Beautiful Human.. a poem by Veronica Farmer

12/28/2015

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I am
flawed human
stiched together with loving intention
the light weeps through the cracks
the knots
the rusted parts
and over time
bathes them
soothes them 
eases them 
more and more

I no longer ignore the damage
turn my head away
wrap my coat tighter
as I once did
a smiling armour
looking for a place
where I could
​Arrive
into knowing
All the things...

But instead..
I have learned
that I know so very little
and to wrap
the roaring lost parts
in warm loving arms
sing to the dark places softly
like a baby in arms
rock and heal
rock
and 
heal
patiently...

I know
this is a life long journey
the wounds have made me alive
made my heart deepen
with warmth
and compassion

Each scar has helped shape me
to know life
to know my brothers
and sisters
their gifts
and their dark places
all of it beautiful

The cracks have helped me
hold others more gently
murdered judgment
and criticism
​freed me from hate

To lock eyes
and see sacredness
hidden beneath knarled branches
and creaking armour
is pure  

To see hope
wash
through hidden places
scour the depths of your pain
gives me greatest joy

To see you drop your fists
and open your heart
to trust
and allowance of all that lays hidden within
is superb freedom
​
We are here to remember
our divine male
our sacred female
beautiful flawed selves within
stop the ego's mouth
and be Kind
to ourselves
and our world 

All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer
Also see www.veronicafarmer.org


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No more angst please... a poem by Veronica Farmer

12/10/2015

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We are led by stories
to look for angst
in love

Each Bronte novel
romantic movie
puppet in the public eye
has trained us well
to seek 
and search a lovers eyes
for approval 
out of fear
of abandonment
or loss...

A truthful woman
does not do this
although she risks
being seen as too fierce

She is not half
seeking a half

She is whole
​
Big enough
to meet another
shoulder to shoulder
eye to powerful eye
without playing these old 3rd dimensional games

So many of my female tribe
suffer..
in waiting for men 
to see them

When you let go of all need to be seen
and see yourself
your own dance
fullest expression
the blood rush of language 
beautiful wide sensual power
Life finds you
and
Lovers find you
in unusual places

They see the depth of your beauty
as it echoes their own
They reach brave fingers to touch fingers
skin to skin
a natural exchange of breath
between warm lips
without a need for walls between

Being your fullest power
and truth
Frees you to be fully alive
awake
​and full

Some worry that such a peaceful connection
may kill the thrill
dampen the fluid of challenge...

But what kills the heart
and itches wounds in the mind
is not being in your fullest power
is the frantic seeking
of it in another
without seeing
that in fact
you are..

the Universe
in estatic motion

You are
your own Source

​You are
your own
greatest happiness




All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer
Blogs - see www.veronicafarmer.org
Healing Centre - www.angelsrestqld.com
​

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A Different Christmas.. a poem by Veronica Farmer

12/6/2015

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At this time of the year
Christmas coming
for many
means
blood family

It is food
​lists at the mall
celebrations
​new clothes
and the history and identity that bind you tight together

I like another way
I like to find the Home in the unknown
the never met before
I like to find the comfortable familiarity 
in a new brave soul
in the light or the pain of their eyes 
and warmth of a deep breath before the truth comes..

With those I call tribe
the watching awake
we say all the things 
without fear 
to each other
sometimes it is met with a fierce wall
but not for long
we are not afraid to say all the words 

My ideal Christmas
is to fill the room with souls
who would avoid the usual discomfort of blood
and share instead deep truth and vulnerable beauty
with those who have no attachment to their perfection
To be free
to be broken
or in pain
or beautifully happy 

To be allowed to drop the masks
and be acceptable in oddness
the beauty seen in the real dance of self
the beauty seen in the raw...

This would be a Christmas
Jesu would be happy to walk amongst
among the wounded
and 
the wise
and the unsure

the presents being
deep presence
and unconditional love
​
All Rights Reserved Veronica Farmer

www.veronicafarmer.org - Veronica's Blog
www.angelsrestqld.com - Veronica's Relaxation Centre


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    Lioness poet

    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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