A mothering tree

POETRY

A girl is sitting under a tree and asking for a mother
“I do not have any arms to hold you” she says
“That’s okay” says the girl “my mother also doesn’t hold me”
“Okay” says the tree “but I don’t have any ears to listen”
“My mother also doesn’t listen to me” says the girl
“Okay” says the tree “I can’t see you I don’t have any eyes”
“It’s okay” says the girl “my mother has eyes byt she still doesn’t see me”

The tree stands still, unwavering
The girl lies down in her own embrace and lets the tree hold her
Not saying anything, not looking, not listening, but still a mother
Still place to come home to, a place to feel safe, welcome, embraced
A little girl was lying under a tree and in the tree’s embrace she rocked herself to sleep

Frozen spring

POETRY

Everything becomes so cold all of a sudden

I do not know where to go

I cannot move I cannot talk

It is like everything has frozen to ice

A storm is inside

A storm that cannot be released

A storm that could not be released

But now what?

The storm is over and it is a sunny day in the end of May but I am still cold

How do you move on after something like this?

How do you survive?

Osho No-Thought for the Day

OSHO

”There is no heaven and there is

no hell. They are not geographical, they are part of your psychology. They

are psychological. To live the life of spontaneity, truth, love, beauty is

to live in heaven. To live the life of hypocrisy, lies, compromises,

to live according to others, is to live in hell. To live in freedom is

heaven, and to live in bondage is hell.” Osho

Taking myself by the hand

POETRY

One can hide so much inside
I can see how the story of Alice in Wonderland came to life

I am swimming in my own unconscious mind
I am knee deep in the dark twistedness of my mind

Memories coming to the surface
Unfolding
Uncovering the truth of what happened to me as a child

Luckily there is an adult here to care for me now

I need to step in as my own care-taker
my own best friend
my own mother
my own father
my own sister
my own saviour

The unconditional love I have for myself cannot be replaced by anyone else.


Credit to the artist on insta @carrececile ✨