Surrender
Release the knotted, dysmorphic ties to ego’s past
Those stories were written by another so long ago
Let them tend to their dark seeds, they were never ours to sow
Experience and light
This is how true love is grown
Hold your values in open hands
Extend the only thing you will ever own
Your heart
Surrender
Your intuition knows
~Alisa Hutton
Her shell weighted and dry, mite like irritation upon touch
Wearing her ethusiasm like stained, tattered lace
Squinted sofistication beneath an inferior history
Grotesquely adorned with rusted shackles that hold no key
Eyes drawn with the burden of memory
Flickering affect
A gentle hand passing words, supposition of light
Reminded of painted memories of when she once closed her eyes
For a moment her onerous cloak of thoughts drift
A lightness of breath
In the distance she sees it
Happiness
~Alisa Hutton
Duality
She will pull you effortlessly across a room with her quiet glance
Gently dropping you with her soft spoken verse
Delicate fingers map your edges, craving anticipation
The sacred feminine
Wet dexterous intellect
Seductively snapping the bones of egotistical ill spirit
Unmistakable audacious darkness
Keeping those faint of substance at arm’s length
Free of contamination, writhe with experience
Dancing through her night whilst dreaming her prose
Stretched out like a lioness during her wake
The sacred feminine
Breathless
Duality
~ Alisa Hutton
Sitting across from her at our table
The small kerosene lamp dancing light off her hands, inviting caress and hold
I dreamed of us once
Anticipation of a destined familiarity before reality pressed its flowers in our story book
Here we were again, this time in shared space and breath
Eyes open, hearts sitting in rise
Was my dream the reality I needed to feel in order enable vision?
Or was my vision what I needed in order to enable my feelings?
Was the quiet of my night where my heart was found?
How did she know to look, was it ever her choice not to?
Her eyes in that one moment
Like the universe throwing an anchor out of my boat in wake
Causing pause, an altering drag in time
Ushering away all that was meant to pass in gentle flow
Leaving only the space we share and the stars that guide us home
The universe collided without our direction
The universe collided without our ask
The universe speaking only to say
Look in her eyes and welcome her home
~Alisa Hutton
Tomorrow
Hear the wind blow
Feel the breeze kiss your neck
Allow the rain to map your skin as you once did
In the depth of your mindfulness feel it all
Remember the contrary
Complacency
Raise your head
Lift
~Alisa Hutton
Edges curling in, weathered
A depressed muted brown bleeds where vibrancy once thrived
The color of apathy and lost purpose
Quietly spoken, perhaps purpose and possibility were never found
Not all flowers die beautifully
Spirit can fold in, cold and fetal without a sound
Air becomes gnarled, sharply chewing decay in hope
The flowers death
A silent and vulgar unbecoming
Mirroring a life I know
~Alisa Hutton
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