
Tag Archive: strength


The sun still shines for you, and the moon rises
The ground is firm beneath your feet and the sky is high above you
The trees stand tall and the rain still falls
May your spirit rise and stretch
May your spirit stand firm
May your spirit be grounded and drink deeply from all that is yet constant
#light #mārama

Down there, in the dark unseen places, there you will find what nourishes you. There you will discover deep tendrils of strength to draw on when life’s storms come. Sit down here, can I get you a drink? A lot can’t be made sense of from a view of days and weeks but in the light of years and generations… how does that change your view of now? Let’s visit our deepest places together and nourish each other. What land are you on? Where are your people? What are you grounded in? No answers, ay? Let’s sit with the questions. #root #paikiaka #adventwords2019
I’m thinking on fragility and strength today, those bonds like love, blood, family, trust… sometimes they can feel as strong and hard as iron and sometimes as delicate and fragile as a bubble that could easily burst and disappear. We are worthy of these things wherever we find them. Those who affirm us, people who celebrate and grieve with us, people we don’t have to hide or mute part of who we are with. People who accept the call we’ve heard, the choice we’ve made. You are worthy wherever you are. Chosen just as you are. #worthy #paitonu #adventwords2019
I watch The Holy Outlaw, 1970 documentary about Father Daniel Berrigan and as he’s moved between the courthouse and prison. The following is a quote of his exchange with a reporter.
Q: What are your future plans?
A: Resistance.
Poison tendrils grip
whispering:
“You are not enough.
You will never be enough.”
There is no qualification,
no job, no title, no recognition,
that could silence the voice.
Entwined within, around and through you
it is part of you,
it is part of who you are.
A cerebral cortex override
is required to live into the truth:
You don’t have to be small,
You don’t have to be still,
You don’t have to be silent anymore.
We are not prey.
Talitha Fraser
To Xia
My dear,
I’ll never give up the struggle for freedom from the oppressors’
jail, but I’ll be your willing prisoner for life.
I’m your lifelong prisoner, my love
I want to live in your dark insides
surviving on the dregs in your blood
inspired by the flow of your estrogen
I hear your constant heartbeat
drop by drop, like melted snow from a mountain stream
if I were a stubborn, million-year rock
you’d bore right through me
drop by drop
day and night
Inside you
I grope in the dark
and use the wine you’ve drunk
to write poems looking for you
I plead like a deaf man begging for sound
Let the dance of love intoxicate your body
I always feel
your lungs rise and fall when you smoke
in an amazing rhythm
you exhale my toxins
I inhale fresh air to nourish my soul
I’m your lifelong prisoner, my love
like a baby loath to be born
clinging to your warm uterus
you provide all my oxygen
all my serenity
A baby prisoner
in the depths of your being
unafraid of alcohol and nicotine
the poisons of your loneliness
I need your poisons
need them too much
Maybe as your prisoner
I’ll never see the light of day
but I believe
darkness is my destiny
inside you
all is well
The glitter of the outside world
scares me
exhausts me
I focus on
your darkness –
simple and impenetrable
The poem was written by Liu Xiaobo, anti communist, writer, poet, activist, for his wife Xia from prison.