The year of the Horse (and I’m a horse!)

My Poems, Uncategorized

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Heart Ache

Bulged disc.

Yoga

What the heck?

Back twist.

Arnica

Seized neck

Prolapsed disc.

Old Micra

Rusty brake

No fix.

New Micra

Rattling snake

Bad Clutch disc.

Supernova

Of mistakes

Financial risk…

Alma

Matters on deck

and improvised tricks.

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“A rainbow greyhound, as they are in Floorland”.

Comedy Fuzz

My Poems

“Bang!” Said the gun

The Story of an Evolution.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” Waving a stick – gun

“You shot me down”, in slow motion

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

I said: “I’m dead!”

And it makes you smile,

Although I can tell your head

Isn’t completely at rest,

As you give me a slightly worried look.

“Bang!”

A body hits the ground, somewhere.

Hung,

A body elevates itself

Leaving the shallow realm of the half-gods behind,

To enter the wild unknown.

Leaving the one-eyed and the blind

Retelling your story as if they knew

Why you let yourself drown,

In the lights calling you…

Candles, bare lightbulbs, flames, neon,

Sunlight, headlights, starlight, moonlight…

Full moon lit night.

And that’s the last thing you saw of this world.

That’s where your next chapter begins…

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Robin Williams in What Dreams May Come

The Heart of a Yogi

My Poems

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His Holiness Chatral Sangye Dorje Rinpoche. Photo from here.

 In the eyes of every yogi there is sadness

And dear ones left behind.

A yogi feels kindness

Towards the suffering of the mind

Of those caught up in the never ending

Place of being best, first, having this

but also that. No end, no beginning,

Chasing the tail of happiness, but never bliss.

Contentment, compassion, self-study…

Here are some of the jewels hidden

In the heart of a yogi.

A B.L.U.E. D.R.A.G.O.N.

Animals, My Poems

imageHow could I have known?

About the weather, the either or?

That I would drop my crown

Quiet, suddenly (and slam the door),

Somewhere in town.

I’m sill feeling restless

In the upside of the Downs

But I’m trying to add more stillness

In my life and yours as we are blown

Away from our deck chairs,

The passenger seats.

Electric is the air

I can even feel his heart beats.

The count in between lightning and thunder

Tells us how far the storm is from here

What about the count from the dragon’s lair?

Can you tell if He is near?

Green Tara

My Poems, Yoga

Green Tara

A delightful line drawing of Green Tara by the master of Tibetan arts Sherab Palden Beru.

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Green Tara

As I sat in the lotus position

I settled in meditation

I noticed the rainbow in front of my eyes

Nature reminding me of the beauty

In the world all around me,

No need for because’s, no need for why’s.

Then this message came to me:

“I know no fear”

I felt that familiar comforting presence

Of Green Tara, I can feel her near

“I know no fear”

“I know no fear”

I can feel her pouring strength,

into my whole being.

And the little rainbow has turned green and is flickering.

As I start chanting Tara’s mantra in my head

My lips followed

I can feel my soul, my heart, my physical body

Filling up with courage, strength and feeling invincible

I keep chanting and the energy inside me

Keeps filling up, up, up, like a bottle.

The rainbow is now completely green

Green. Emerald green.

The colour of my heart chakra

Emerald green.

The colour of Green Tara.

Now I force myself to stay still

to NOT reach for a pen and paper

to write down how I feel.

Sit still, observe, take it all in

As the blessing is taking place

Stay here, stay now, plugged in

As the healing is taking place

“Please Green Tara can you help me

Please can you heal my back

So I can be a better karma yogi,

A warrior staying on her track”

Then I felt the warmth

Enveloping my body, going down my spine

I felt that loving healing light bath

Coming from the power of this feminine divine

Green Goddess who appears

By the side of those who need to be reminded

That THEY, too know no fear.

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May I be still enough to appreciate the beauty around me,

May Green tara always bless my life and the life of all sentient beings

May I make room for my yoga practice everyday

To remember who I am:

A humble Karma Yogi on her path to help others.

Just a comet.

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Noemie.

On Connecting with the Heart…

Animal Communication, Animals, My Poems, Videos, Yoga

As some of you, dear readers, may already know, I have spent some time over the last few years exploring the extremely profound experience one has when connecting with the heart. Heart to Heart communication can take many forms such as telepathy, animal communication but also art, poetry or music. It requires us to be open, to be still and to listen. This openness means taking the shield down and foregoing shame, shyness and any kind of worry about what other people may think. And of course, being observant. This heart-felt way of connecting with other beings requires courage and open mindedness and the willingness to listen. It’s a path for the warriors, the bold ones who are willing to embrace new ideas and ways of thinking.

Connecting with Nature with our hearts is, I believe, what would ultimately heal our society.

If only everyone were to spend 5 minutes a day just paying attention to Nature around them and allowing the healing to take place…

Just noticing what direction the wind is blowing, or the subtle transformation of the trees every day, or noticing and listening to the bird song filling the air, connecting with a dog or a cat, lying on the grass to watch the clouds passing by or admire the beautiful artwork of a spider spinning her web…

Or just walking barefoot on the earth, acknowledging the animals you meet and the natural world around you, even if it’s just a small garden or a park…

Taking the time to whisper something in the ears of the animals who live with or around you…

Just 5 minutes everyday, spent connecting with the natural world with an open heart, taking it in and letting it go through you… Try it and tell me how you feel :)

This video tells you how it works, and I hope that it will make you reflect on the power of connection through the Heart with other earthlings (plants included).

Noemie.

Poem to my son

My Poems, Thom

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 We all have a voice

And we all need to be heard.

We all have a choice

To be here or to be blurred.

What will you choose when you’re older?

What will become of your dreams,

As they join into the streams

With everybody else’s hopes and fears…

Will your world become smaller?

As you learn to deal with your own tears

What will you remember of our days?

What will you tell your friends about your childhood

Being busy climbing trees in the woods?

Will the world be your playground, always?

Will you come to terms with the truth,

That you can’t always be the first one

And that there’s no longer Sonic Youth

Their Poison Arrow has been shot and gone.

You will sometimes feel rejected

And there will be times where

The Battles at the Berrics are all defeated

There will be times when no one is there, here or anywhere.

Sometimes no one will pick you up.

Times when you will be too tired to try again,

Times when there is nothing left in your cup

And you feel your world is hiding under a heavy curtain.

In these moments, just close your eyes

And remember this little red star

Inked on the table in that bar.

I know that time just flies,

I remember that blue cadillac that you used to park in the corner,

And purple naans, and blue car with a squashy roof…

The Clash and the 3 men and their 3 trumpets… Remember

The three kittens and the geese, Peter and the Wolf,

Henry and Big Bala… Woof!

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Most of all remember that we’ll always love you so very much!

Noemie aka Mum.

Being the Walrus…

My Poems

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Running free under the clouds

Loud clouds above our heads

It sounds like hell unravelling,

The skies are shaking

Waking up the dead.

Running free under the clouds

Being the Walrus,

Being the Walrus

Hearing him calling aloud

Elegant sunset, pink-blue sky

Elegant bullet, shouting so high

We can hear it through the clouds

Above our heads, while he is still calling aloud

She is the Walrus,

She is the Walrus

Pink plastic bag in the tree

Is no longer there

Racing to the ditch, racing free

Past the monster’s lare

We’re the Walrus,

We’re the Walrus

Koo Koo Ka Choo…

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Noemie. 

My cat is a wild rose

Animal Communication, My Poems

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My cat Henry, is a Wild Rose.

He often says, in his usual prose:

“Feed yourself, be inspired

Don’t be scared to choose:

There are so many paths ahead,

Comparing with others is no use.

Everyone has their own unique flavour,

We are all perfect, exactly what and where we are meant to be:

I’m a Wild Rose, with my own endeavour

But one may be a red scarlet poppy

If you are a wild weed, then you should be proud

You are free to grow wherever you like

And your colours can speak aloud

You may have thorns or spikes

But your wildness is your beauty.”

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Snow Balls

My Poems

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Snow Balls

I need to turn my emotions into something

Write them down, lock them in a book

So they can let me be, a freer being

A better me, or try again, at least , to unhook

From my need to control, to decide, to know.

So I take a break and sit down

On a rock, by a path.

So I can watch everyone else passing me by.

I become the witness,

of my own mind. Of my own life

Of my own lies.

“You’re no good at this!”

Says the familiar voice in my head.

I can feel tears filling my eyes

So I gently smile and crave for bread.

I do think I’m no good at this

But it only matters if I care

About feeling worthy of any value

If you remove the thought of self esteem then I dare

Walking around bare feet and taking things on a new face:

faith value.

Noemie.