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IRIDESCENCE.

I welcome into my life all that was aligned and pushed away.
I welcome into my life trust.
Trust to allow the walls to shatter into a million pieces of foam.
Foam to form.
Foam to fade.
Foldable.
Mouldable.
Digressed.
I allow steps inward.
Closer, closer.
No need to run.
No need to chase.
Allow the discomfort.
Breath.
Breathe.
Trust.
No games.
Allowing.
Allowing the illusions to move through my being.
Wash away the mess.
White mist.
Pure form.
No dust.
Iridescence.

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LAY UPON THE MANTLE.

Lay upon the Mantle.

When you take me through the storm.
You lay your hand upon my heart and rest me still.
There I layed upon the mantle of mist.
Held, caressed by Mothers breast.
Upon the Earth of times layed by a nearing of the song.
It shall call you, you shall hear it.
It sings your hearts true song.
The surges, vibration.
The tremors of flow.
Rising high, rising low.
A quiver of Earth.
Shake to fall.
So the dust does settle.
Risen up.
Yellow sun.
The call.

Written by Helen Rebecca Hart.

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THE TORREY, THE CALL.

On lock in lockdown,
Glass on eye.
Blue petals,
Confusion,
The days went by.
The torrey,
Took time,
Mine to call.
I made the choice,
To raise them all.
Pink petals,
Hot pink,
Pure love,
Lips sync.
Green lay still,
Beyond the hill,
We heard the call,
Together.
Through all.
There’s no distinction,
Big nor small.
Eyes.
Gates open.
Golden.
Call.

Poem + paint – Helen Rebecca Hart.

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OBSERVING OLD WAYS.

Do you know what I find really difficult is unlearning patterns that are looked upon as healthy but to me personally they just aren’t for me anymore.
Each to there own – this isn’t a criticism just something I’m personally feeling into after noticing these patterns shift from within my life.
I don’t see that Earth needs healing nor people.
Yet maybe our view on ourselves and Earth could be shifted from looking at things that need “fixing” to acceptance.
I sat with someone today who was feeling ill, I refrained from healing them or giving advice and just sat there, present, pretty much silent and as love – it was eye opening on how quick the recovery was as I wasn’t projecting my feelings and worry all over them too. (Not always easy, I know but I wasn’t trying to hide these either I had full faith in the lesson and greater plan).
I truly believe everyone is a healer, we are all able, God doesn’t have favourites.
It’s maybe how we look up on others and situations as problems, as oppose to seeing the gift and the lesson which is in the learning and unlearning of what comes before us.
It’s quite likely I’m being shown this in this post as there is no definitive wrong or right, all perspectives equally valid.
This is not intended to offend but I really wanted to reveal my personal discoveries.
So many people struggle to be seen, be heard and taught of their own capacity and ability to go within themselves.
They feel they are not enough, inadequate, missing something because they haven’t been shown or taught that they to have all within.
Nor taught to look to who/what their belief is God, universe, higher self, source within themselves without the need of control, rules and restrictions.
Do we need to control all on the outer by perceiving to help, does this mean we don’t trust and have faith that we’ll be provided for unless we do it for others or ourselves.
I understand this could equally be said for me writing this, I am aware of this and this isn’t an attempt to control or covert but most definitely to speak my truth from a place of love and open balanced awareness.
I don’t have all the answers, there is no perfect.
Have you ever chosen to actually not speak for a day, a few days, a week and listen and feel what goes on in your body….it speaks volumes.
Have you ever stepped back when people, animals are asking you for something and asked yourself am I doing this as a programmed response, a need to be kind, is this person or animal infront of me teaching me to say no or to become aware of my inner avoidance of needing to be busy so I don’t have to deal with what’s lurking underneath.
Could you redirect them into themselves or to God.
Do you ask what this is teaching you too.
Unconditional love is an all encompassing state off being and in this we see divine perfection – no need to intervene. I have experienced this, so I can say this is truth.
Maybe we could look deep within our being and ask, if there was nothing to heal, fix, accept or change, what exactly would we be doing, what would life be like, would you hold the same beliefs or any in fact.
Just something to ponder upon.
This is where I am at and it’s not easy, pretty or straightforward. As someone who has always done for others I’m really questioning why I’m doing things and how I can bring a healthy balance to giving and receiving as I most definitely feel the call to do so.

Reflections – Helen Rebecca Hart.

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GOD ALWAYS PROVIDES.

When I do not lay bread upon the ledge of the outer.
God always provides.
A bird carries a worm to show me their prize.
A cat brings a mouse to the alter of outside.
A magpie sweeps up and carries the mouse.
Is it my need or theirs that I take seed out from my hand to their mouth.
Do I trust in God If I take to my own ways.
Or are these old stories.
“Performing” in seemingly kind ways.

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THE UNEXPLAINABLE.

Is there such a thing as presence.
If this now is now then.
Each moment hereafter.
Not now yet a then.
If I feel the now and then then.
Who is it that sees that one in that now.
They don’t feel that restriction and focus of now then now.
If one observes the observer.
MY mind awry.
Still.
Feeling beyond words.
Yet none feeling.
Is this real.
As the observer, observes, who observes yet again.
What writes this poem.
When the first is present now.
Then.

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SEA OF FACES.

As I sit here and my heart opens so much it hurts.
It hurts to see how much I betrayed my truths to fit in to societies standards.
Somehow, somewhere I lost my way.
Putting the pen in the hand of another, waiting, forever waiting for a sign, a man, a breakthrough.
The one I sought was always here, underneath the layers and layers of shattered dreams.
Yearning, longing to hold herself, love herself, fall deeply in love with the simple complexity of her ever changing form.
Always here, never left.
Do I desire fame, no.
Do I desire success, no.
Do I desire to be well known, liked, understood, frankly no.
I want a simple life, one where I flow with the tides, breeze and ever changing form of existence.
I want to feel the air on my face, the grass under my feet and not know where I begin and they end and even if it’s me experiencing, observing these delicious delights.
To not even question this or speak of this absolute imperfect perfection.
I’m tired of trying.
Trying to find myself, my destiny, what I’m here for, who I am, what I’m here to bring to life.
All I have to bring to life is myself and that for me is more than enough.
I am not how I look, what I say, the good or bad I do, the work I create.
Really I’m nothing and in that everything.
An expanded creation of everything and nothing all at the same time through the hand of God’s honey nectar golden liquid light.
A formless form of ever expanding vastness, experiencing life in perfect simplicity.
I don’t desire to be anything, anything other than my true nature.
Anything else feels superficial.
I cannot try anymore.
It breaks me, separates me, hollows my fullness.
I can’t try to fit into societies boxes.
I wish to dance to the song of creation with no expectation.
A flowing flow of formless form.
That’s as close as I can explain.
Words cannot cover the truth of ones nature.
There is no being small or stepping up fuelling my soul or spirit in my world.
I just want to be me, unexplainable, vast, free.
I choose to be me.
I loosen the grip of control.
Flowing once again.
Forever like water.
It finds it’s purpose in the flow.
Not in the frozen.
Lost and found in the wonder of flow.
Creation.
Simplicity.
Breath.
Life.

Art + writing – Helen Rebecca Hart.