A collection of video poems written and performed by Shiloh Sophia. As you watch these readings, may you allow the Muse to inspire, ignite, and sweep you away into beauty and solace...
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Falling in love with the world
my sisters my brothers
and all my in betweens
let’s fall in love
again again and again
this place we live
this very earth is
our home, our paradise
our mothership extraordinaire!
Shimmer of water on trembling surface
Shimmer me with your soft diamond veils
Flowering moss salt of earthen forms
Flavor me with your sultry crystal shine
Fire The sky traveller’s story is illuminated in firelight
Peanut Butter for the Muse Who is that peaking out from behind the veil? Winking in the darkness with the eyes you only sometimes use She wants to know
Do you dare encounter the Muse?
A word of warning: Don’t look at her with a direct gaze She may flee from you into her own place Leaving trails of feathers, the scent of truffles or a storm
Those who are obsessed with silence
Will find their days filled with incessant noise
When we can hear the symphony in chaos
The fugue of existence will invite us to be one of the players
Those who are obsessed with perfection and order
Will be hard pressed to collaborate with anyone
Especially the wildly expressed who may not have order as a value
Let those who desire order, and those who are in chaos, dance
We are medicine makers
we are women between the worlds
navigating star and soil and spit
adding fire to what is already
turning it up
turning it on
Turning our cups upward
to catch moonlight.
Consider that there is a thought you haven’t thought of before.
Consider that you have access to material living within you you didn’t know you had access to.
Consider there is a great abundance open to you all the time and you have yet to even discover and explore.
Consider there is an elegance in your inner language your mouth has yet to form words around.
Consider there is a soul calligraphy inside And it is longing for a brush to stroke with tenderness.
how does healing happen?
is it…forgetting a little at a time that which hurts
and waking up one morning just feeling a little bit lighter
is it…finally forgiving yourself and the world
by understanding, somehow, we are all wounded with you
is it…realizing that the world is whole after all or accepting
that the world is broken open and has need of your love
is it…noticing a whole day, week or month has gone by