Tethered Souls

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Consumed by the complexities of our days the struggle to connect increasingly burdened

Souls tethered by connection seemingly pulled apart by the unimportant matters of life

We walk silently in the forest seeking ground to bind our individual notes

I feel the anger rise in me as I allow myself to see those who have stepped in ill faith leaving intended holes

Her eyes speak

Swallowed by the same monsters simply wearing different clothes

Love and fire throw us to the ground, Winter Solstice reminding us of growth

Today our animals feed

Feasting in passion with the earth on our backs, bodies pressed our sweat intermingled in wet flow

The roar of our raw nature the only peace we need to know

We met in the forest

We are tethered souls

~Alisa Hutton

When She Goes Silent

When she goes silent

When she goes silent, you need to listen

Find her in a dusted corner

Blinds drawn

A room for one

Black and white with broken wings

Her words her mind, unspoken her heart

Darkness, struggle and ferocity will shake you in prose

Inner depths echo only in her eyes

Silent

She screams to be heard, never held

Find her heart and warm it carefully

When she goes silent, you need to listen

~Alisa Hutton

A Little More

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Life’s misconception

Death creeps in to our soul taking hold in the shadows of our night, darkness

A thirsty and unannounced fog that rolls over us in toxic devour, swallowed

Such delusion.

Death is;

Silently announced at birth with our arrival

We all know yet none of us dare utter “welcome child, live well, die better”

Good form of the socially polished adorn birth with silver and plaster smiles

Never to speak of such discomforts such as limited time

After all if we speak of death we may invite it closer

Lean in. Listen. Hear. Shout. Understand.

You will depart

Death is the last name we all share

Welcome my brothers and sisters

Death is the commonality of our family tree

Death is not a secret or a toxin of devout proportions, nor kept in the shadows of our night

It does not search out in thirst or darkness, mine or yours

Death is a gift of knowing that we all seem to ignore

Simply telling us

Live well and love a little more

~Alisa Hutton

 

Simply Beautiful

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Simply beautiful

She walked an edge of life naked to the masses

A quiet smile, a constant flicker of depth in her eyes

Little spoken and much observed

Soft warmth of a gentle breeze with the sun on her back

The pride of life experienced, sprinkled with struggles wrapped in gratitude

A heart filled with love, a mind full of mazes

As simple as a child, as complicated as she wishes

Dimensions, doors and secret places that lead to the complexities of a genuine soul

Simply beautiful

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

About That

 

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When did I forget?

Where in between knowing how to roar and pounce with ferocity did I start to bow to what was dumped on my shore

When did I stop kicking the garbage aside and let it burrow in my heart, that shit, nothing but genetic folklore

Who handed over the gift of my worth and desire like weightless confetti thrown effortlessly, just as ignorance breathes nonsense

At what God forsaken turn did I believe what I was told rather than what my intuition knows?

When did I roll over on my back and let life happen, lose my laughter, spice and interest

Who let me, why did they let me, who was cheering for me, did they not see me go

Get up

Stand up

Stop looking down

You and me

We’re meant for so much more

-Belonging

By Alisa Hutton

Twin Flames

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Cosmic reunions

Sacred Renewals

Held as the sun rose

Entwined in its set

Lapping waves

Quietly felt understanding and gentle respect

I heard the taps and felt the pangs

Darkness came in the middle of our night

Silencing the stillness of breath

Twin flames

A chosen road

The true essence of our deepest heart

A shared walk, finding the light in the darkness of our night

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Grain

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My heart was reminded of love this morning, perspective

Little grains of hurt scattered on an open shore

Hurt is nothing more than a single particle of sand, insignificant to the whole

Standing back with a broadened lens we can see the ocean, open sky and so much more

Love always has perspective and courage

If it doesn’t

Maybe it is just another grain on your shore

~Alisa Hutton

The Disability of Ego

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The disability of ego

Sincere hearts kept at arm’s length

Walls built

Who is right and who is wrong

Protective bricks to appear strong

Is compassion and open nature for the weakest of souls

Or is our ego filling spaces needed to grow

In anger and silence we polish our pride

Suffocating connection in an effort to hide

The disability of ego will always try to win

An open heart, my chosen kin

~Alisa Hutton