Submit an original poem,  work of prose or short story.

 

photo: Debbie Shelley
 Describe the inexplicable. Returning  from the Corpse with only half remembered fragments or wandering in the deceptive familiarity of a rehearsed sequence. Sated spiders chewing caffeine, writing in straight lines. New webs?

Simon Hunt

 

Ann Walker

 

 

Shavasana

Sublime......open and exposed....
Free yet vulnerable....
Soft yet strong...
A space we come to....a space we arrive at...
A place where we will meet our dear self...
A place where we may meet the Divine...
Armour drops....the mask falls....
All is revealed in that moment...
We see what we need to see...
We hear what we need to hear....
The internal seeing...
The internal hearing....
The body voice whispers...
The Soul shouts, maybe cries for recognition....
Come.....expose yourself......
Fear and Fear not...
Meet yourself in the bliss and challenge combined which is Shavasana....
Love so subtle yet often denied....
Potential ....for nothing yet everything
An experience beyond, yet present....
Subtle  ...gentle....wounded and raw!
Allow.....permit....let.....the pose reveal you to yourself...
Dont deny your need for it...
Dont defend your reason not to...
Dont let guilt cloud your decision...
Dont let should get in the way.....
Open...expose.....explore......
Dive in....I dare you!
Its depths will enfold you....
Its darkness light your way...
Its softness will strengthen.....
Its power will weaken all you thought was powerful....
Its weakness will strengthen all you thought was weak....
Its smallness will expose its vastness.....
Everything and nothing...
Cosmos...world.....creation....Divine..
Beloved.....a living corpse!
Blessed be.....Shavasana xxx

Ellen Lee

photo: Jo Rooney

engagement as a most peculiar life raft.

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