There is so much beauty in this world, So much beauty. If we really look, I mean really look. If we let our eyes really open to what is there, That can sometimes feel too much. If we really let ourselves feel what we are seeing; I mean really feel. With our hearts gently opening to the full silent moment. If we really let ourselves see and feel to all of it; We are right here, We are right in it. We have touched and are in the meaning of all things. This beauty, This silent moment is all there is. It's all that is. I feel most of us are afraid. To let ourselves really see; Really acknowledge. To really feel all of that beauty can sometimes feel too much, Can break and dissolve all that doesn't matter, Can make us realise there is nothing but this stillness, Nothing but this space, Nothing but this beauty, And then our hearts may really have to be opened. Emma Sumner © 2014 |
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Ignorance born of trauma, When you just can’t see. You look into your own eyes, But still don’t believe. A craziness that is earthed in soil and sky above, But this isn’t the good crazy, It’s the one starved of love. Denial in your bones, And you eyes are behind yourself. Your heart is screaming, While you endeavour upon perfect health. You invest yourself in stories, Instead of the tale told from inside. Oh beautiful girl, You do not have to hide. The shadows are eating away in the pelvis of your pain, You look around pointing at answers, Not seeing there is only you to blame. There is nothing you have done wrong, And there is nothing bad inside, But the answer to your happiness, Comes when you let go of your pride. Your heart is aching, I can see it in your eyes, Your soul starts shaking, As life reveals your lies. You will be okay dear girl, But your heart needs to break. It needs to be open, No more being fake. Drop the persona, And the role you play, No one cares how much you do, Or the dreams you attempt to stay. Stop the running, There is plenty of time. There is plenty of space, And your life will turn out fine. Sit in the silence, There is nothing to do, In the silence, You will find the girl of the heart that is seeking you. © Emma Sumner 2013 I think we need daily reminders in life,
That it is the simple things that bring us the most joy. It is the silent gestures, The open hearts, The warm eyes; The ordinary moments. The silence between yourself and others. Those moments when your chests touch and the warmth between you expands. It's the glances we don't take with each other through fear of being seen; not realising that that very act reveals everything. It is the nervous moments, The great risks of rejection when we don't know whether we'll be embraced or left in the hot/cold of our shame. These are the moments that touch our spirit and plants the fire in our hearts. It all leads back to love, It's what we are. Slow down, Breathe, It's okay to be seen. You are so deeply loved. © Emma Sumner There is a knowing-ness in me
That is rising up. Almost like a secret joke, Filling its’ own cup. All the stories I’ve been telling myself, I know they aren’t true. All the hurts I’ve created for myself; Those painful nights are through. There is a knowing-ness rising up in me, As if it has something to say, As if it has been playing a joke on me, Through all my years of pain. I feel the secrets falling apart; The secret giggle inside. The breaking open belly laugh, As it breaks away my pride. This knowing-ness has a big belly, That rolls around in the sand. This knowing-ness hugs me, Throws me in the air; And knows I’ll always land. © Emma Sumner Like all things, the past turns into a dream. It is no longer real, Just a memory, Moments held in our hearts of time. And in that, Each one of you just a memory in my heart, A memory I call upon from time to time, A memory I thank, And sometimes a fantasy I believe may also be a prediction. For in the realms of no time, You are only here in these visions of mine. © Emma Sumner 2009 In intense fear of death,
Trying to hold onto whatever years you have left. Sneaking suspicions of a life unlived. Giving and receiving of an empty gift. Skin is fading, And your eyes are like nothing. The life is playing in the bodies lacking the fear; A place where emptiness is full and everything is clear. Collect all your memories, Put them in your box. Fill your heart with words, Of a life lacking love. Pass your box onto someone else, A representation of feeling, An emptiness that breeds ill health, A place dry of healing. Experiences will come, Experiences will go. At the end of all this play, It is the truth we will know. © 2012 Emma Sumner Life is wasted on the living, someone once said. Suppose you fell off that cliff you’re standing, Oh so fucking lost is simply how I feel.
Scraping at my own eyes, Release my hands from the steering wheel. Pull away the illusion of my own mind game. Lift me to my heaven, Open my heart to my happiest times. It’s all about the place we dwell; About thoughts we allow to swell. Catastrophe size. Lost in our eyes. Jump up and out of disguise, Let go of the grip that underlies. Forget the plan you had in mind. You’ll realise just now is more than fine. This is the song you’ve been writing to sing, This is the meaning behind everything. Security does not come through the mind games we play. Security exists only in the truths that we stay. This here that I am doing, Is not about the love brewing. This here that I am seeing, Is meant only for the heart freeing. Suppose you fell off that cliff you're standing, Suppose you realise that by jumping, You’re truly landing. © 2010 Emma Sumner |