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“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

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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.

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. 

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.

On Creativity…

Animal Communication, Yoga

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My recent times have been busy with home-educating my son, my yoga course, gardening,  enjoying quiet family time, educating myself on the Ayurvedic system (and being amazed at how much it makes sense), and spending quality time in the woods with my canine friend Tara.

I’m feeling the need to connect with my creativity so I’ve been writing regularly, enjoying looking around me with a sense of wonder, and I even started to draw again.

I think all human beings need to find ways to express their creativity… Music and Photography used to be my ways of expressing myself back in my 20’s, and when I became a mum I started to cook a lot instead and of course I have a well-documented child, as I took quite a lot of photos of him as a baby and toddler.

Although at some point I had no camera… that was a dark era!

Portrait photography used to be my specialty, I used to enjoy taking portraits of animals a lot, and also trees, flowers, stones… I did take a lot of portraits of people too. Some of them were famous in their scene, others were famous with their Mums… it didn’t matter to me who they were. With every single being I had the honour to photograph (note I’m deliberatly not using the expression “taking” a photo…) I got to have a glimpse of their soul, and I must say that with animals that experience is often a lot more powerful than with humans, because animals just “let you in” without any attempt to shield anything.

Since being a Mum I have been constantly amazed by the sense of creativity that is innate to children. They are naturally creative as they don’t have any blockages within their creative process or great expectations for the result. Making a mess certainly doesn’t stop them getting started. Most of us adults have been conditioned when we were kids to care about how the things we make/create look like. We were compared with one another by thoughtless teachers or parents, some of us were told we were not good at arts, or that we didn’t have any talent in a particular subject whereas others may have been told they were creative geniuses and had to live up to the expectations that come with such a statement… I have met quite a few very talented artists and some of them seemed to be carrying their gift like a heavy load on their shoulders… that’s possibly why :-)

But for kids, art is just easy:

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Thom and I go for long walks in the woods regularly and it amazes me to see how he comes up with Land Art projects on his own, and really enjoys immersing himself in the zone of creativity, creating a world made out of stones, earth and sticks…

He started to write on his own last year, because he was attracted by letters. So he started copying them on his own and now he writes his own name on everything and inserts random letters in his drawings as a part of the picture, because he likes the look of them.

Nothing seems to intimidate him, a few months ago we went to march to protest against the badger cull in the UK. I asked him to make his own sign and he just drew a badger, from the top of his head, just like that:

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Obviously I’m aware that it doesn’t look exactly like a real badger, but I really like the fact that he didnt have anything holding him back from just doing it, even if he has never done it before!

(Re)opening the creativity channel doesnt need to be a complicated process. Even if as adults we may have forgotten the simplicity of just drawing or painting whatever comes to us. It is in fact a very liberating activity.

I find that writing a few pages first thing every morning helps. Most of the time I just start to write with no particular goal and my ideas just articulate themselves, and as I allow the pen to connect with my soul I realise in amazement that I’m releasing a few things that were stuck somewhere, in the back of my mind.

Going somewhere we have never been before can help, and also revisiting old places every once in a while to re discover them with new eyes is definitely an interesting experience too.

The practice of Yoga is a great way to release old blockages, to connect with ourselves and discover new possibilities – extending and stretching our own limitations.

Carrying a note pad and pen with you when out and about is useful as you may feel like writing something down while being in an inspiring place, such as the woods or the sea front… or in a cafe in town. One of my favourite activities back when I was travelling a lot used to be sitting down in a cafe somewhere and just writing anything that would go through my mind. Sometimes it was bits of conversations I could pick up around me, or words from a song… I have filled lots and lots of books like this. With poetry it sometimes feels that there is no thread to follow at all… but every single entry is an instant of my life. I would just spend hours writing, filling up pages and pages… and I would also sketch a lot.

Music is a great way to release blockages too. Singing makes you feel great, drumming can be very liberating and dancing is a very powerful way to release emotional build up!

The possibilities are infinite, but if you feel stuck you need to feed and nurture your creative self. That can be done through spending some time on your own in an inspiring place, to reconnect with yourself, and recharge.  That can be in nature, in the woods, in a park, in the mountains, by the sea or in a museum, a cafe…

Sometimes yoga teachers advise their students to take on a creative activity to release certain blocks, so they might advise them to start playing a musical instrument, or to start singing. Creativity is a very healing process if we are open to let go of our fears/apprehensions and just go for it!

Releasing blockages through creativity is empowering and very useful when one is learning to communicate telepathically with animals or any other beings. It stretches our minds to towards infinite possibilities, giving us a sense of strength and joyfulness that elevates us to a higher state of consciousness because we are really connecting with ourselves and the world around us…

So don’t fear judgements or criticisms and enjoy every single step of your unique creative process, and remember: The journey is more important than the destination.

Namaste!

Noemie.