In another lifetime my dwellings lay empty
That time when no-one saw me
Touched me, heard me; or even felt me
I was a ghost..drifting

Lived in vaporous shadow lands of hollow ache
A barren place, devoid of love, language and life
Longing, a thing noticed only in need to die
anguish, only noticed by the effort of slowly dying.
Simplicity offered a solution…just fade away
unnoticed.
Losing me…or what was left in that shell.

Where was I going?
..but back to nothingness….
No more pills, potions or points to take into account
Nothing to count on…no more could I stand the silence of my blankness.
What I believed to be truths crashing on my bones..and no fear apparent.

Yet, today as I write…let me share with you a newness
………………..that this is no sad tale…but triumph and resurrection
As I sit quiet in my skin and ‘feel’…the sweetness of surrender to divinity.
From then ‘till now, the battles fought and won are nothing short of miracles..
For the harder I turned my back on such purity…the harder I was loved.

Beyond the divine…someone else saw me…showed me the blessings I already possess..
Held me tenaciously, ‘till I could see for myself the wholesomeness of becoming whole…
and I am a big ball of learning since.

My heart expands to greet life anew each day with appreciation
My mind opens like a well loved biograpy..and I get to grow
My soul is in the safe hands of thee most wondrous caretaker…nudging me gently forward into living and loving as far as is humanly possible.

For those who see me, feel me and touch my life…
To colour it in shades of bliss…I am thankful for,
from my ever growing heart.

Popea