Moments

Moments

Ubiquitous time resting in polarities of heartache and eternal euphoria. A loving glance, touch, etched in the permanence of our hearts with love. Spoken anger and impatience, how I wish we could move space and gently fold back time. The sweet smell of warm August nights and honeysuckle, to remind us of the days, less worry and bountiful joy. The sound of a siren passing by in an otherwise ordinary moment, resurrects the sharp memory of the day our lives changed forever. Sunday mornings, the quiet, a gift bestowed on us, to reset, rest, and gently remind us to settle into the rituals of nurturing routine and simplicity. Looking out the window of the airplane on the way to say goodbye to a loved one, as you fly above the clouds you find peace and understanding that the universe is made of so much more than our limited senses comprehend. That first bite of warm apple pie that transports you to sitting at your Grandmothers table and the ever-present scent of cinnamon in her kitchen and the comfort of her unwavering love. Our moments, akin to a leaf floating on the ocean, she flows with the tide, the sun and moon decidedly dictate her path. The leaf surely experiencing days of glorious sunshine and tumultuous storms, all the while floating, always moving and never in control. Her story started long ago, she has travelled from limb to land, with tales of wind and glory. Equally fragile and strong, storing moments, built on a continuum connected time . The leaf of autumn, much like you and I. Glorious in her lifelong story, travelling in moments, without a sound.

By Alisa Hutton

About That

 

belonging

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

 

 

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

Illumination

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Look for them

Notice the person who is looking down, see them in their perfect human form

Hold their hand in silent know

The quiet one, who without announcement carries recognizable sadness in their eyes

See them

Nurture their worry in gentle sway, lay with them, sorrow and grief should never be alone

Let their tenderness and vulnerability mirror the compassion you were once shown

Breathe life and spirit in to beautifully tired souls

None of us better than the other, we all have our shadows that can swallow us whole

Let light and dark be the fabric that connects us together

Feel me

I am your sister, friend and mother

Grow authenticity, remove the unnecessary societal covers

They only serve to starve us all from one another

At the end of our life only one thing can be left behind

The love you share by simply being kind

~Alisa Hutton

Incredibly

ours alone

Today, I closed my eyes with a generous sigh

To pen of an evening, our’s alone

A secret garden, romantically wrapped in energy and know

Poetic dance, reminiscent verse captured in bend and hold

Extended equal stretch smoothly poured over ice

Time devoured in moments that could forever stand still

So effortlessly captured, deeply penetrating sensory snap shots in my mind

Story rolling in ease and play

Your eyes flickering all the beautiful colors of muse and soul

Breathing deeply, a delicate kiss, undressed in deliberate touch

Imagination drifted me far away

As I tried to pen of an evening

Incredibly

Our’s alone

~Alisa Hutton

Love Is

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Love is not waiting in time

A well-rehearsed dance, a jockeying of hope to be regarded in kind

It is not a recipe with purchased ingredients of those sour experiences trapped in our mind

There are no walls or impenetrable spaces, our hearts are never to be kept in closely guarded cases

Love is alive in moments and space

Captured in good faith and held with genuine regard

Even in times when bravery and vulnerability feel so incredibly hard

To feel without measure and show up with respectful intentions

Learning through eyes and hearing what is not always spoken

Trusting we are here to nurture and never to leave another broken

Exchanges of deepening glances regardless of historical weather

Valuing care and touch, painting connection with the lightness of a feather

An awareness to honor a heart you love with precious hold

Never waiting in time, knowing

Love it is rare and bold

~Alisa Hutton

Today

 

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Walk barefoot and feel the grass under your feet

Let every blade caress you, it will share a story in delicate brush

Pause for just one moment, close your eyes

Inhale deeply, let the air sing its beautiful song

Look in someone’s eyes and truly see them, let yourself feel their soul

Human connection is our invitation to dance, take my hand and I’ll show you how to move in flow

Stop time by standing still, let just one moment be and see the magic you will find

Be curious, wander as you wish, I assure you the greatest treasures are always found in an open mind

Today

No different from any other

Simply our good fortune to discover

Beauty and love in our most genuine ways

~Alisa Hutton

Wide Open

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It isn’t my place

No plan or hope for a connection that I wish to keep

My table seats few

The spirits poured of particular character and taste, the company never cheap

Arms wide open

I am not sure your ego has allowed you to remove your blinders and fully come to see

My wing span now

The simple reflection that I have set myself free

No longer do I stand to extend myself to you in trust and good faith

See my eyes, hear my lack of words

Your delusions of me have been neatly left at the door

My respect for you sharply stuck in my back and the reality

I was always just an acquaintance

Nothing more

~Alisa Hutton