Luxurious

Shared with Poets and Storytellers United Prompt: Something that feels luxurious


Shared with dVerse OpenLinkNight 400

Luxurious

Luxurious tends to live
in a cold atmosphere,
surface glitter.

But underneath
there is an ocean of air,
life giving,
life expanding.

Breathe.

There is a heart that beats
to the rhythm of excitement.

Aliveness rises
when the mind aligns
with the universe.

What sways in the ether
is a luxury.
The ether carries light
to reveal unspoken words,
the quiet quality of pearls.

Words can redirect energy.
They can alter reality
as they slowly alchemise the mind
of those who open their hearts.

So spread yours.
Words filled with truth,
love, honesty, peace.

Sing them.
Speak them.
Tell stories
to spread wealth.

Incantation for becoming

 

Shared with What's Going On
Their prompt: 

Set your pen free. Whatever comes up for you is what belongs on the page: emergencies, sad, tired hearts, the emotions we feel observing all that is going so wrong in the world. 

Or you might be holding onto hope and faith, the hand on our heart that refuses to give up that dream of a better world, because we know it is possible. I am one of that number, "hand on my stupid heart." I refuse to believe humanity will not rise above this current chapter.

You feel powerless when looking at the state of the world and would love to put a plaster on the pain; I believe in the healing of dancing and weaving it into a poem it became an Incantation for becoming. Even when you dance with a limp or like me just in your own lounge Any relaxation what works for you is good as our shared strength will be needed. 

Hard times require furious dancing. 
Alice Walker

Incantation for Becoming

I release the butterflies,
I release them into the world,
let them whisper of transformation,
let them speak in hidden patterns,
let them sing
their fluttering joy.

Look
a butterfly resting on clover,
look
dewdrops settling like pearls
on four green petals,
silent witnesses of luck,
of this simple grace,
that we are here,
living life in the light.

Remember this:
darkness comes before dawn.
Remember this:
dark and light are one path,
one creation,
woven together,
as constellations are woven
into ancient patterns
across the sky.

So dance through life,
dance through every hall you enter.
Learn the steps as you go.
Let them echo in your body,
let them echo in your bones,
until you are fluent
in the language of movement,
until your body remembers
what it has always known.

Dusk

Poets and storyteller United invite us to write about the time of day you like best, and why

Dusk 

I like to visit dusk
when the day folds inward,
when twilight drapes a thin veil
over the land.

I step into a listening light
that, like liquid silk,
rests on red roses,
remembering their names.

The sky whispers its old instruction:
let the day loosen its grip,
let your thoughts thin
and wander among the stars.

From the black mantle of night,
let unseen hands
practice their quiet healing.

And when dawn
touches the window lightly,
open the door,
so the universe may pass
through you.

Ritual of the returning people

The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is combination/ collaboration 

Shared with dVerse for Open link Night

Ritual of the returning people

Dream new songs  

risen from the chorus of many.  

Draw in the sweetness,  

of collaboration

each breath a mingling  

of gifted waters.  

For this is the rite  

of the water bearers

gathering their vessels  

to fill a mighty sea.  

So open.  

Break the shell 

that kept you solitary.  

Return to the weaving,  

threads rejoining threads  

the ancient tapestry  

of the people.  

Here we carve our lines  

into the one great story.  

Here we transmute  

our offerings  

into a golden chain,  

hand to hand,  

remembering the oneness  

we never truly left.

Every decision is a doorway

The prompt for What’s Going On is about wishes for the New Year, about any fresh start. There are many things we have no control over. However when you live with awareness, every decision can be a fresh start. So I wish that your decisions will send you on the right path.😀

Every Decision is a doorway

Every decision is a doorway
to a new beginning
Every decision you make
creates a different strand
You are the weaver of your world
of many unseen threads.

I know,
you can’t choose your challenges.
Some cut into the flesh of your being.
but you still have the freedom
to act or to react,
to trust your hands know the work,
or to wrap yourself in a blanket of care
and to know the sky
will still hold the stars for you.

There are small decisions to make.
Listen to the honeyed echo of your values.
Ask if your words will soften
what they touch,
falling like velvet rain on hard earth.
Know the ground remembers
every kindness.

There are big decisions to make.
Insecurity fills your mind.
Doors close.
There will be new stones
you can stumble on,
but your journey will also be stitched
with invisible gold
you only see
when you look back.

2026 Tūmanako

I post my 2026 poem for you as I am going into a blogging break for about a month. My brother is coming over from the Netherlands. My daughter with her family is coming over and holidays coming up. It was a pleasure to hang out in the blogging world with you this year and hope to see you all again in 2026.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all

Marja❤️

Tūmanako (Hope, desire and aspiration)

Reset your clock for 2026,
so you may cross its threshold anew,
an empty page, quiet as dawn
waiting to receive you.

Charge it with intention.
Scatter little astonishments like seeds
over the turning year.
Anything that lets your heart
sound its hidden note.

Your thoughts are your building stones.
Choose the ones that strengthen you,
the ones that rise
from the deep chamber
of your heart.

Breathe hope, compassion, love;
wrap them as a tender offering
and send them into the world.
The future becomes visible
when dreams build
their houses of joy.

Show up, whatever happens.
Walk as though you travel
an ancient quest
remembering itself.
Learn the way,
and the way will generously unfold.
Doors will open,
bridges will lift themselves
from the mist.
The world will empty its pockets
and spill stars.

And then, my friend,
this year will blush with possibilities,
it will shine with the quiet delight
of something sacred
opening to meet you.