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Her Pain Dance

~~~
She extends
~~~

 Spine arched sharply over

Shaded green fields,

Facing her

 Daily mission.

~~~
She prepares
~~~

Like a

Lyrical dancer

Shifting her limbs

Purposefully

in

 Synchronized

Pandemonium;

Beginning another

Onerous quest

To reclaim her

Center.

~~~
She yearns
~~~

to

Unravel

Adhesed

Muscle fibers,

 Tame

 Rebellious joints,

and

 Align

her

 Misplaced bones.

~~~
She stretches
~~~

Fiercely

with

 Resilience

of

a

Brave Tigress

Setting forth

Deliberate intent

to

Free nerves

Trapped

Helplessly on their

 Path.

~~~
She exhales
~~~

Forcefully;

Hips Throbbing

Rotating her pelvis

around

The vertical axis of

her

Spine,

Drawing

Painstaking circles

in

 The air;

Seeking the graceful place

Where relief

Resides.

~~~
She resists 
~~~

Cruel

Demonic Forces

Contracting

Her tenacious fascia,

and

Summons

Strong willful fingers

to

Knead deeply into her own

Aching  tissue.

~~~
She sobs
~~~

softly;

Wrapping

 Her long thin arms

Tightly around

Self,

and

in

the

Shadow

of

 Agony’s harsh

Embrace

~~~
bows
~~~

solemnly

 to

stillness.

~~~
Robyn Lee

Hospitable Heart

 “We welcome love into our lives
when we come to trust
that the doors of our
hearts are best
left wide
open.”

~
Robyn Lee

Because of its open heart-shaped spathe and tropical look, the Anthurium flower is considered worldwide to be the symbol of hospitality. This shy yet seductive plant says :  ‘Come on in, you’re welcome here.’

source: Bron: BBH

Classic Joy

In that pure perfect zone
Excited and free,

Wet luscious sand
Meets a vibrating sea;

Senses are flowing
Sights, textures, and sound,

 As he makes his great mark,
In God’s timeless
playground.
~~~~

 Robyn Lee

Points of Origin

“From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light,
I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories
of truths and its direction toward the Third Place,
where the starting point is myth.”

~Janet Frame, To The Is Land

~~~

*Janet Frame, novelist and poet, was born in Dunedin, New Zealand. She was one of five children born to a railway engineer and his wife. She spent her childhood in Oamaru.

Over her lifetime, she wrote eleven novels, four collections of short stories, a book of poetry, an edition of juvenile fiction, and three volumes of autobiography. Since her death, a twelfth novel, a second volume of poetry, and a handful of short stories have been released. Frame’s celebrity is informed by her dramatic personal history as well as her literary career.


The 12th Cascade

On this day
His year begins;

There’s birthday cake
Food, games and grins.

He blows his trumpet
Gifts us with tunes;

Sister accompanies on guitar,
Till guests are aswooned.

 When celebrations are over
And all has been said,

He greets his 12th year
By cascading his head!

~Robyn Lee

Dedicated with love to my niece and nephew
on their 12th birthdays
today!

~Aunt Robyn Lee

Frances Scott ~ an Inspiration

“Confidence is the bond of friendship.”

Publilius Syrus

So very touched that my dear friend Frances has honored me this way.

After meeting through our chronic pain challenges, and supporting one another through surgeries, we have a very special bond.

Beautiful Frances ultimately went on to replace both hips at age 40. Here is the ABC news clip featuring her story . Frances is a wonderful mom of three, and was a beloved news anchor for ABC in Raleigh, NC. She suffered a silent agony, with a most complicated case for over a decade before making her brave decision.

 

Much Love, Blessings and Vibrant Health to you Always Frannie!
~Robyn

 Please click here to read a very detailed post that Frances has created detailing her entire  journey:

“What is WRONG with You, Girl?” « Not anchored


Remedy: Passion-Flower

heart crawls…

from behind encaging ribs

washed by rain

scorched by light

…all just to be cleansed

of its aching pain..

to be soothed with

the kisses of your words

…to emerge from its hollow night…

blossoming into….

your

intricate, powerful

divinely delicate and trembling

passion-flower…

~Lady Day

~~~

Warm Thanks to Lady Day of  Just A Girl With A Heart & A Pen for permitting me to pair her wonderful and impassioned poem entitled, Passion-Flower with my feature image today. I was awed by her words when she posted it, and then set out on a mission to find this enchanting passiflora to photograph for this special post.

Hope you enjoyed!

Much Love,
Robyn Lee

 illustration courtesy of:
http://faerieprints.com

Did you know that the herb passionflower, extracted from this beautiful bud, is a natural pain reliever and sedative? Follow this link for more information: TLC Family “Passionflower: Herbal Remedies”

Transcendent Shadow

In the still night

Holding stable

Atop white sandy dunes

I lift my head in prayer.

Hearing the moon’s call, I

Submit to the pleas of my own

Desperate breath.

~~~

A warm salt breeze

Strokes my forehead

Gently urging my eyelids to close;

And quietly, I slip away from

~~~

What is real

What is earthly

What is pain.

~~~

Swiftly transported through

Space and time;

Lifted lovingly onto the wings of

Incandescent stars,

I transcend.

~~~

Spinning fervently

Whirling and turning, round and round

like a Dervish;

Finally, I penetrate a solid

Wall of mirrored glass and,

I am welcomed.

~~~

Without thought

Without words

Without pain,

I enter.

~~~

Here

Where my body

Is weightless and free;

And movement, effortless.

~~~

Here

Without bondage

Without boundary

Without pain.

~~~

Here

Where My dreams

Dance freely,

Held in the safe embrace of

 Blissful crystal waters;

~~~

And

Where my heart beats in

Perfect sync with the

Rhythmic tides of

My truth.

~

Robyn Lee

Shadow Lover


Take me to the green in you

The secret valley beneath the sun

Hidden behind the whispering ghosts

Of whom you pretend to be

Open up your mossy arms

So I may open mine

And wrap all limbs round your spirit wide

To exist as half no more

Bring me to your mossy floor

Beneath the shadows of your fear

A raven bride in white

A ladder to your soul

Fold down your branches

Peel open your chocolate bark

So I may pour

As liquid amber

Through your very veins

——————
by, Sam Craft

I am thrilled to share this collaborative project with you today. Special thanks to Sam of of  Everyday Asperger’s, who penned this stunning piece entitled The Raven Bride in White at the most perfect time to accompany my beloved shadow image.

Hope you enjoyed!

Much Love ~ Robyn Lee


Resist Not

She concedes at last
’twas all for naught;

The knowing she craves
Cannot be sought.

Nothing to fight
Nor push against;

She lets down her guard
No resist, or defense.

When tomorrow is born
She will sense life anew;

For it’s only to Self
That she need remain true.

~Robyn Lee