Kirstie Sivapalan
(The wheel turns. The dancer must rest) Be still now What is life without loss? What is joy without love ? What is Earth with Spirit? Remember. Hear the rush of the Great Sea - The Sea that flows in your veins, through your heart. As you sit on the shore, embrace the… Continue reading Cancerian Retrospective
I see with my heart I see your love, your pain The time you won that award The time you scored that goal I see how you struggled, to love, again I see your care, consideration, your sense of fair play I see how you wanted to be something different but found another path, that… Continue reading I see with Love
(Don't cause a fuss Don't cause of fuss Don't put the spotlight on any of us Don't assert your rights Don't stake your claim What ever you do don't remind them we are all the same) Oh do sit on the the seat That wasn't yours take Do dismiss those with skin darker than yours… Continue reading Oblivi – us
I was reading a tweet about body image yesterday, how we should be proud of the body we have regardless of our shape (which I agree with, and liked) when at the same time I was sitting in the garden, holding in my round tummy, and sighing about the size of my upper arms.… Continue reading What I have learned from this life, and yet
I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call
Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here? That may never be. Could never be. Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon - titles up, audience jump to their feet applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision. Except nothing, not… Continue reading Heart beat
Out of chaos, out of form, comes balance. It reveals itself, not to those who crave order but to those who walk through the mire. It holds those undesired in its arms, its cradle soothing their dissonance. It looks into our world of spinning thoughts and yearning, and speaks: "Find me in your middle, draw… Continue reading The seeking of balance
It's easy to be full of the Divine when the warmth of the sun dazzles your eyes But when your heart scatters into pieces across the Universe What then of your faith? What then of angels with soft wings? What then of Gods and Goddesses, aspects and effigies - Totems and trinkets that keep us… Continue reading Faithlessful
Something died inside me, as the year turned towards night Someone, not really a thing, a person to be, vacated Slipping back into the mist Leaving me empty and silent I walk through his room, feeling for a presence And hope an image remains, a ghost, or a memory Finding nothing but echoes Repeating back… Continue reading Situation vacant
The Lord of Time brooks no insolence His moments precious as the stars Meting out that which we desire Holding in reserve should we remember Time is not ours to master but to respect as we would the sun and moon It cannot be counted or stored nor defined for our convenience As it flows… Continue reading Saturnine
Writing and M.E. 