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love and resistance

Being Human Poetry by Nitai Aleksiewicz


Would you like to go emotionally spelunking with me?
Come, Let’s swim into the cave together.

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Becoming

Let there be an unfolding 

into all you have always been. 

Intensify yearning 

to taste yourself, 

Until betraying oneself 

is no longer bearable.

Until the chaos of living free 

is the only effortless option. 

Turn in, 

Touch tenderly,

Expand love 

in the endless space between molecules.

The inner reaches of creation 

vibrate with the spark 

 that is the infinity of you. 

Submerge in the elements of Self 

without the ‘shoulds’ 

and the ‘shouldn’ts, 

Without the leering taskmaster 

of learned behaviors. 

Savor the solitude of this quest 

until it becomes familiar. 

And then, 

Only then, 

Take yourself out Beloved 

To serve the starving world. 

un-fuck-withable

Unfuckwithable - When you’re truly at peace

and in touch with yourself, 

and nothing anyone says or does bothers you. 

Is this a state anyone can truly achieve? 

To soar above the everchanging storm that is humanity 

to find a reprieve from our own ego dream?

 Ego nightmare… am I right? 

You see we’ve had it all wrong this entire time,

the more we resist

the more it keeps on keepin on. 

We are not islands, we are archipelagos 

next to continents that float in oceans,

That are part of this planet

that is one of many planets 

That are part of a system that is a galaxy 

each one as tiny and massive as a star. 

We are insignificant…We are stars……

i am ready

I am ready

For Divine synchronicities 

to flower open the path 

I am meant to walk on. 

My heart has sat 

In the passenger’s seat for too long 

& my mind is a volatile captain. 

What is it to share my truth unapologetically?

To care, but not care 

about people’s validation 

& ever-changing whimsical opinions. 

It is a matter of choosing, 

Choosing focus, choosing to create

A safe landing space for Self 

That we can always return to….

Ode

to Playmates

My favorite playmates are the ones that crouch beside me,

feet balancing gently to preserve the sanctity

Of easily snapped twigs,

Eyes twinkling, breathless with the unknown,

as we soundlessly sneak attack the next corner of life.

They are the mad ones

that barrel into the ocean,

howling at elements in pure primal delight (or grief)

bare-assed for God and all to witness,

Caring not who sees them in the vulnerability of skin

fully embracing humanity…..

special

You want to feel special

I understand this on a level 

That leaves my heart yearning with you

And now I know as never before

What it is to love the one I am with. 

To step outside of future tripping, 

is to dance fluidly in what works 

And out when it doesn’t 

This apparently is catnip

Presence without pressure 

Attention without assumption

Love without expectation….

sacred relationship

landscape of red rocks
red boulders

Sitting on a mountain of chi

My energy coils

A cobra in my belly

Dangerous, untapped,

Turned inward

What would be the cost of freeing her? 

A fire unchecked destroys worlds 

It must be cultivated carefully

Contained in a circle of earth or water

Allowed to dance furiously 

Within the boundaries of trust. 

Will you hold me as my flames 

Lick the sides of your soul? 

I cannot promise we will not burn

Alchemy requires it….

coming soon:

book & prints

Love and Resistance: Lessons in Interdependence

Interactive book of poetry/journal

Poetry Prints fit for framing