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THE TRUTH OF AUTHENTICITY.

I come to the table empty handed.
Is that enough for you.

I cannot sustain distraction.
Can you sit inside my heart and breathe.
Is that enough for you.

I cannot bow to the abuse of power and pretend I am ok.
I do not hate you but I hate what happened.
The return to balance is near.
Is that enough for you.

I have no riches, none.
Broke into birth.
My heart holds treasure.
Is that enough for you.

I cannot promise forever.
I can promise each now.
Is that enough for you.

Authenticity flows with tides and waves.
Up, down, wild, still.
Can you be there in the wilderness.
Can you be true to yourself.
Is that enough for you.

I am barely seen, noticed, successful, heard.
Patterns of past lives playing puzzle.
Little women.
I learnt a new way.
I am overflowing with wealth within.
When times get hard.
Will this be enough for you.

I’m a mixture of shapes, lines and textures.
When you get close.
When you see this over time.
Is this enough for you.

I live life from the inside out.
I am far from perfect.
Wild, untamed, stubborn.
Peaceful, placid, deep.
Contrast of dark to light.
Sometimes positive, others little hope in sight.
Is this enough for you.

Sometimes I want to leave myself.
I choose to stay.
Deeper, deeper, deeper.
Still.
Close to source.
Is this enough for you.

If not.
Run.
I am a wild woman.
Not one for a fearful heart.

Bec Hart.

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Bi-Son – Tri- Son – Two suns to 3.

There was a Bison.
Who held a tri-sun.
He faced the palm of I, sun.
Against the moon of wisdom.
Would he lie son.
Upon the nigh sun.
Oh I don’t know son.
Yet the TIME is here.
There was this space son.
Upon a face sun.
Yet you would know son.
Thine is the ONE.

Poetry, art, channeled video – Bec Hart.

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THE TIDE, THE TURN.

The wind it moves.
A sacred dance.
A loose structure.
Pure cleansing.
Trance.
The wind holds eyes.
In ancient skies.
Orange – red.
A holy bed.
A resting wake.
A longing tooth.
From foot to eye.
From brick to roof.
Up.
On.
Ancient winds.
The tide shall turn.
Some will win.
Some shall learn.
In both a winner.
No loser.
Insight.
The Earth.
The wind.
Blows wolf.
Away.
Angelic might.
Prophetic.
Delight.

Poetry, video, content – Bec Hart.

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BECAUSE I KNOW…..

You feel unsupported.
Nobody cares.
You, your only support.
It’s how it’s always been.
They all feel you are strong.
Always okay.
No need to check on you.
You’ll always thrive.
Oh yeah, they’re ok.

You feel betrayed.
Yet you can’t hate.
Because you know.
You’ve played that way.
Worn all roles.
Dagger in hand.
Dagger through chest.
Dagger in time.
Past lives rest.

Nobody sees you.
Oh they’ll be ok.
They don’t need anyone.
That’s what they all say.
A leper more supported.
That’s how you feel.
What did I do.
Is this truly real.

You push, you pull.
Hoping for Gods best.
Yearning and needing a little rest.
If only I could get my basic needs met.
I wouldn’t be wrestling.
Am I evil.
Life and regret.

Poetry – Bec Hart.

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UNCONDITIONAL…….

You stepped forth.
I hadn’t heard from you for a while.
My love didn’t die any in that time.
I knew deep down.
There was something unsaid, unheard.
Most definitely felt.

The circles, the patterns.
The pain, the peace.
I heard from you again.
No thing had changed for me.
You spoke.
I appreciated your deep honesty.
It must have been difficult.

I heard from you again.
You released me.
Thank you.
Beyond grateful.
Lost in space and time I was.
Lost.

Fly free my love.
Never far away.
One thought away.
Always here.
Just in another form.
Fly free Dear one.
My love shall never cease to be.
I wish you well.
My love.
My lessons.
Unconditional.
Freed.

Bec Hart.

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DANGER, I WAS THE STRANGER – RED.

DANGER, I WAS THE STRANGER – RED.

They say danger is a stranger.
Yet I’m the one I lost.
Nothing stranger than the danger.
Of who you thought you was.
Leaping, pulling.
Dissecting from the one.
A million scattered shards.
An angel minus blood.
They say passion is a fashion.
I see passion get lost in lust.
The colour RED.
LOVE lost.
Heart bled.
Lover turned to dust.

Art, video and lyrics – Bec Hart.

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DILEMMA.

That dilemma you have.
How about bringing it together.
Rather than allowing it to tear you apart.
Speak to fear.
Be compassionate.
Loving.
Caring.
Kind.
Allow it a voice.
Step in with fear as a sincere guide.
A friend.
An ally.
That dream you have.
Build.
Allow.
Breathe life into it.
Allow self sabotage to rise.
Treat the enemy within with love.
An open heart.
A tender touch.
Open ears.
Feel.
Feel some more.
Be free.
Surrender the war within.
Hold it high.
How can these waring worlds unite.
As one.
Yin and yang.
A circle.
A sphere.
A heart.
Beating, bursting.
Dripping with life force and passion.
We are not enemies.
We are opposites.
Let’s attract.
A force of fire.
Flowing freedom.

Art + musings – Bec Hart.