Ever-changing spaces, places and faces
The life of a gypsy soul embraces the different bases.
In a state of constant change
Seeking to rearrange
The patterns, lessons, fears
That live between our ears.
For it is here our reality forms
The argument between self and social norms.
No physical corner that was ever mine alone.
Candles, blankets and all the blessed stones
Could not create the peace, the flow, the zone.
This space I craved must be my own.
For the corner that I sought was always inside of me.
I alone was the bearer of that precious key.
To unlock a space where I could be, see
In a period of job instability, emotional fragility
I have the ability
To close my eyes
Return to tranquillity.
To go to worlds I may never see.
To breathe, to flow, to be.
This is cosy
This is home
This is she
This is me.
I am my cosy corner
Mental, spiritual, emotional armour.
I am my sanctuary, retreat, safe harbour
A space for thoughts to flourish
In my mind arbour.
No matter where I am.
No matter what's around me.
Body sinks deeper
To that space that offers eternal comfort.
Impenetrable, untouchable, intimate, mine.
Whether on land, air or sea
This cosy corner lives inside of me.
In the midst of turmoil, war, and peace.
A return to self
Transported to another realm
Only one captain at the helm.
Memories made, dragons slayed
Critic tempered, balance centred.
Where being lost is being found.
Quieting the voices all around
That seek to project, perform, dumbfound.
All doors unlocked
Gravity exists not.
Memories long forgot
Come flooding through in streams of consciousness.
Third eye palace of opulence
A space to be anonymous
Yet oh so seen.
Singular is the goal
To feel peace, to feel whole.
Be at one with my own soul
That has known lives beyond my own.
Quieten my ego, let my truth be heard.
Discovering I am love, love is the word.
Unspoken, now free
In this corner, so cosy.
It’s here you’ll find me.
On a quest to reassess
My lived experience against the rest.
Lay bare what’s on my chest.
For I am the creator, narrator, innovator
Wholly at one with source, the universe, my maker.
Thoughts no longer weapons
Words transformed into blessings.
When the bully becomes the teacher
Creator of the deepest lessons
On how to grow, let go of ego.
Once broken, now rebuilt
My scars become my quilt.
Rich tapestry states my history
The creation of a mystery
To those yet to understand
The power residing in their own hand.
When eyes close
Connection to self is the gateway to peace.
Enveloped in love
Sweet, tender release.
To see each other’s scars, pain, and grief.
A greater sense of knowing
An offering of relief.
Anger no longer misplaced
To know one’s own soul
Is to know ease, flow, and grace.
The need to go within
To drown out all the spin
That seeks to disrupt our path
Lead us to an impasse.
Though they forget the power of kin
Healed souls, connected therein.
So here is my recommendation
A call to a nation
Of humans beyond borders
Seeking peace, grace, and cosy corners.
Lean into yourself
No blanket, candle, or bookshelf.
A place to call your own
An escape, retreat, safe-zone.
All that you seek, your soul already knows.