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The Golden Lady

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Without a whimper
He told her “I’m sorry”.
She looked up at him in doubt,
Too good to be true fairytales
Not her cup of tea.
You see,
SHE was the prince of Her Story.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

 

Photo by SVZ: Hyde Park, Chicago

Song: Dreams- Fleetwood Mac 

Sex Expressed Like This…

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In this time and age where values have been cheapened, gifts of literature, music and art tampered with by the effects of “pop” culture, we have each lost a little bit of our soul.

You might ask what is to blame?

Sex. As simple as a three-lettered word. Our relationship to our sexuality is one of the many things that has thrown us off balance. The way media/ famous celebrities/ subliminal messages in movies and music project sexuality undermines the truth to what sexuality is. What is presented to us can even be termed as “pseudo-sexuality” which pollutes and contaminates the mass through the projection of false meaning.

The expression of sexuality is more than what is shown on the surface. It is not the idolisation of the body, or the use of it for popularity, control or manipulation. There is far more depth to how it can be expressed. The fact is, we have lost touch with ourselves and this has resulted in the disconnection with the true source of our sexual power.

What is sex then?

Sex is creation. It is easy to take your clothes off and get it over and done with for momentary pleasure, but is far different to fully embody it, to allow it to become you, transform you.
Sexual expression is not only an act between the sheets but a way of living. When activated it can become a bridge of the divine to the material, spirit to matter. The problem is we are afraid of our own power. This results in holding back, not giving our fullest potential in all areas of our life: work/ relationships with our loved ones and own selves/ the creative endeavours we pursue. The reason we shy away from our own power is because we have been given a false identification of what sexuality is and how we can get in touch with it.

The poison of the past

Thousands of years, centuries of programming by organised orders of religion have made sexual expression seem wrong. The act itself was viewed as a sin, and only a means of procreation. The original sin of Adam and Eve, supposedly condemned us all, confining us to the hellish reality of pain, suffering and death. In addition to this women were raped, killed, stoned under the false accusation of being prostitutes, all subconsciously triggered by the idea of original sin. Men and women were separated in the battle of gender, role playing in a twisted fate of oppressor and victim. This breeding of religion, led to the Victorian age where sexuality was suppressed altogether, propriety and conservatism paving way to a society which hushed a basic need of nature. All this and so much more…Led to the present day. We have soaked this line of history, it is a part of our DNA, in our blood and genetics. This fear, oppression, suppression, victimisation, conditioning has scarred us with wounds very challenging to heal.

How can I awaken my true sexual nature?

In the Dharma religions, the awakening of the “kundalini” is what can help one come into touch with their sexual truth. This is the meditative state of raising energetic vibration from the spinal chakras to the upper chakras in the body, through the combination of breath, chanting and movement. Practices such as kundalini yoga can assist in the unlocking of this hidden power within us all. This is how one attains spiritual enlightenment.
In more physical terms, one can “lighten” themselves allowing them to tap into the flow of creative energy by pursuing things that they love and that are close to their heart. Performing arts, dancing, singing, playing an instrument, creativity in any shape or form is highly recommended as it allows one to centre themselves in the moment and freely open up to self-expression. The key is to let go and surrender to the flow of the moment instead of trying to control it or overthink it.

What does all this have to do with sex again?

One’s relationship with their sexuality is the core of their power. As one lightens their load of burdens, imposed on him/her by society or self-created restrictions, this gives them the freedom to surrender in their more intimate relationships. The union of lovers is to be a “performing act” in itself, an exchange of beauty and full expression. The innocence and purity of play and joy, allows the act itself to become sacred as it links one with the heart. In truth, the more one is confident with oneself, the more the exchange of sexual union will bring higher levels of intimacy between a couple.

sexuality is the soulful expression of play and freedom…

It is the interaction with one’s most boundless, limitless nature. The more liberation, the higher one can transform into a whole person. A healthy practice of sexuality is highly beneficial as it stimulates the mind and emotions, bringing nourishment to both body and spirit.
Needless to say, the misuse of sexuality through perverse, ill abuses causes severe damage to one’s mental, emotional, physical and spiritual state.

Keep healthy and powerful!

A very good example of an artist who was highly connected to his sexual power was Elvis Presley. This man was a legend, as he projected this divine sexual expression through his music, dance and personality, influencing crowds of people through his work, even to this day. This is the perfect example of a healthy, balanced sexual power expressed in a positive way.

Each one of us, in our own way can achieve this divine union ourselves through the healing of the cobwebs of the past and the full emancipation of the hidden depths of the self.

 

© Nicoletta

Photo by Alexandra Van Zutphen @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Sunday Morning

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Sometimes I count the way you look at my hair in the wild and green Sunday morning walks at the park. I count the stare.

One blink. Two blink. Three and four.

And when I try to look back, you turn your eyes to the ground. As if the ground has something more important to show you. I blink at your stare in the ground. As if it could tell me why my auburn hair fascinates you so every Sunday morning.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

 

Photo by Kyriakos Christodoulides

Song: Jolene-Dolly Parton

 

Sacred Woman

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She was ancient like the stars above her golden crown.
In her eyes all was known
Past
       Present
                    Future.
In her womb the secrets of the world
Birthed
All creation.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Special thanks to Alexandra Van Zutphen for photoshoot❤

Follow her @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

 

Finding the Balance

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In this world of polarity, we have allowed archetype to define who we are:

The saint—>The sinner
The good—> The bad
The light—>The dark
We choose to become these polar opposites as we invite them into our personalities. In this sense we are dualistic as we are one or the other, never finding the middle way.
You might ask what is the problem with choosing sides?

~Too much, too little~

The fact is, if we take one extreme and wholeheartedly follow it, that keeps us in a constant battle. Rather than being able to discover our higher nature, we are constantly drawn to one extreme as opposed to the other. This in effect influences our thoughts, decisions, and how we interact with the greater world.
“Oh no, that’s way too dark for me.”
There are several people who are afraid to see the dark. It is a fact that we are in a world where evil is present. That is not to say one is to focus on the evil, but rather be aware of its presence. Instead of hushing it away and covering it up with butterflies, it is a given truth that in the reality we are currently living in, there is a lot of pain and suffering amongst us.
On the extreme end, some have chosen to play the role of the harm-doer. Yet on the other extreme, others are in complete opposition to “the dark” that they shy away from their own shadows.
“It is all light to me.”
This is all good and merry. I was also among those to use the term light-worker and believed it defined me. Causing no harm, bringing good to others through kindness and appreciation are some ways in how one works with “the light”. However, at the extreme of completely associating oneself with the light, one can get caught up in self-perpetuated illusions and delusions where they think they are something pure and faultless. In the 3D world where we live and breathe, each and every one of us has a human ego. This ego can be quietened, however will always be present. In this sense, one may trick themselves into believing they are “all light”, yet forget that within them consists both yin and yang.

~We are Dual by Nature~

Our DNA is dual by nature, within us are both male and female aspects. We are both yin and yang, light and dark. In this sense, one can say we are not either or but both sides of the coin. When we understand this higher truth, we are freed from the chains and burdens of our own doing. Years, centuries, lifetimes of conditioning where one thought they had to choose a side, is understood to be a mere illusion. Instead, one can open up to realising their full potential as an ever-evolving being of neither light or dark, good or bad but The All.
The acceptance of The All is what truly grants you balance and allows you to transcend all confinements and restraints that you have created.
~You have the right to be reborn~

Rebirth is a matter of letting go of all things you believe to be true about yourself and others. It is a state of no-thingness where one allows themselves to BE rather than become. Instead of wanting to relate to a certain archetype, to be overshadowed by a concept or thought, to allow something to define you, rebirth breaks away from all restrictions.

Picture a bird in a cage. The bird has never known how fresh air feels, how it feels like flying in an open sky. The bird believes the cage is its reality. That this is what defines it. Waking up to bars, water, food and a casual song are the patterns it has taken upon itself. If one frees the bird, in the beginning it will be challenging for it to accept all the freedom it has been given as all power is now in its hands.
This analogy is relatable to the human condition. We have been programmed (by both ourselves and others) to feel like that bird in the cage. We believe ourselves to be less powerful, less capable, than we actually are. If we were told, you are neither black or white, neither good or bad, male or female, we cannot accept this as truth as we have been conditioned to believe everything exists in dual form. The acceptance of this truth provides us with so much freedom and potential that it is instantly rejected. Rather than accepting the ability to become the leaders of our lives, we prefer to conform to a limited understanding of who we are.
Rebirth throws us into the deep end, giving us no choice but to rise above ourselves.

~Your choice~

Not to worry, no one will forcefully push you into the deep end.
The decision is yours and yours alone. You alone can choose to break away from all restrictions. You alone can heal yourself from all limitations, You alone hold the key that will unlock the cage. You alone can grant the bird the freedom to explore the open sky.
You alone can be reborn.

© Nicoletta

Photo: Bolivia, The Inka Cross “Chakana”: merging the upper, middle, lower words, symbols of the wisdom, love, power within us all. 

Her Power

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Her power promised freedom
Freedom was her call.
So much magic in her waking
Up for taking was it all.
Right before her very eyes
Liberty called her near.
How simple
Is it dear
You needn’t even lift a finger.

 

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo by Nicoletta 

Song: Linger-The Cranberries 

Hush

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Hush I will tell you in the morning he said.
Softly spoken I responded in harmony to his whispering voice.
Do you promise?
The only promise I will make
Is tomorrow when you awake.

I closed my eyes
Lost
In dreams
Of his last words.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo by SVZ: Alberta, Canada

Song: Fare Thee Well- Oscar Issac & Marcus Mumford 

Sacred Marriage

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Sweet Village Life

How innocent the love of the past. People would weave stories of a future together, from a mere glance, not even a touch. A gaze in the eyes, my grandmother (Niki) knew he was the one for her. My grandfather (Antonis) was her elder brother’s best friend. Sweet village life joined them together in a sense of community and trust. She would see him every three months at communal gatherings, that was the only time her heart skipped a beat. At 15 years old, Niki had dreams of becoming an actress and had already participated in several local plays. Niki had the voice of a nightingale, waking with song and dancing her way through the day. However, due to poor familial conditions and obligations as an older sister to 4 younger siblings, Niki was forced to mature at a very young age. Pulled out of high school by her mother (Athena), Niki began a career as a tailor. She sowed wedding gowns and garments for local women and men. She held a class for ten women, where she shared her skills and crafts. The women would sing all night, under one lamp, their only source of light as they sowed and learned together. Village life was full of abundance. The abundance you cannot find in your wallet, or at your local bank. This abundance was full of spirit, full of life. With only one bread to fill their empty stomachs, 8 children would sit around the Sunday table full of laughter and joy. My great-grandmother (Athena) though stern would always feed her children with love and nurture.
Life had a complete different reality in my grandfather Antonis world. He was born of a rich family and they owned most of the land in their village Tymbou. The story was that Antonis father in his desperation to find prosperous land, asked for a sign from heaven. As he prayed, he received a vision to start digging on a land which locals considered as barren land. There he found an ancient icon of the St. Marina. She was viewed as a high protector by all locals of the village. It is said that the saint appeared to him and told him to start farming on the land. Everything he sowed and reaped would be turned to gold by her. The only thing she asked of him in return was to build a church in her name. Sure enough, years later local villagers prayed at the church of St. Marina, which was considered one of the most sacred spots of the village. Antonis family was prosperous, employing several locals and offering fair wages to those who worked on their land. Antonis was also a hard-worker. The fields was his work-place where he even had a cot where he would sleep out in the open. He tended to the animals and vegetation, and harvested the cotton fields. His fields generously grew plump fruits and vegetables. In the bliss of growth, he would look up at the stars and listen to the water nourishing the crops. Vitality, supplying the Earth and his community was what made him sleep sweet and sound at night.
This is why Niki fell in love with him. He was such a humble, big hearted man despite all the riches he held in his hands. It would take him several years before he could see Niki as a woman. She was 5 years younger then him, and being her brother’s best friend, Antonis had a lot of respect for the family. This is how naive and innocent village life was. People had morales, codes of honour which they held and followed. Their human instinct and nature was to bring help to others and offer service for the betterment of the whole community. Niki’s beauty though, soon caught attention and Antonis could not resist but ask for her hand in marriage, with her father and mother’s approval and older brother of course!

The Rites of Ceremony

Cyprus traditional weddings were a 7 day celebration. This was the custom that Niki and Antoni followed on 29 October 1967.

Friday: Known as the “Bridgia, The Dowry”: Women would come together to hand wash the bed sheets of the couple. They would sing and dance until late evening, filling their hearts with local gossip and homemade food.

Saturday: “The dressing of the Bed”: This was when the women would sow the bed of the couple. They sowed the mattress, printing red crosses for protection and filling the bed with cotton. The men placed money in the bed for prosperity and abundance. As a violinist played traditional wedding songs, the men picked up the prepared bed and danced with it, bringing it to life. A chosen mother rolled her infant on the bed for good luck and to bless the womb of the bride. The bed would be transferred from the bride’s parental home to the couple’s home. All participants would go to the couple’s home and celebrate until the morning, feasting on food, wine, music and dance.

Sunday: “Wedding Day”: The bride would be dressed in the morning by her relatives at her parental home. This was accompanied by a violinist playing music and the women offering her blessings through the crossing of a sacred belt around her. The groom was also prepared at his home, shaven by his best man. The couple were escorted to the local Greek Orthodox church, where they were anointed by rose water. a symbol for enduring love by their neighbours and friends. At the church, vows of matrimony were made and traditional rice was thrown to the couple.
*My grandmother and grandfather were the first local couples to have a photographer at their wedding. This is why my grandmother is shy in the photo when my grandfather kisses her on her cheek, as public affection was not common.*

Monday: “The Dance”: The couple held there first dance ceremony, where the locals glued money on their wedding garments. This was a sign of great wealth and an abundant life.

Tuesday: “The Gifts”: The couple would go around the village and receive gifts from all locals, neighbours and friends. The gifts were usually chickens, pastries, eggs and household items. In exchange, the couple would hold a dinner party that would last until the dawn, where they would dance and sing.

Wednesday: “Kocholoufkia: Legumes”: The relatives and good friends of the couple would meet up and eat beans, black-eyed peas in order to fast from the vast meals of previous days. This gathering also promised dance and song until late hours.

The following Sunday: “Antigamo: Re-Marriage”: This was a big feast held to celebrate the matrimony where the priest, family members and people who could not attend the church ceremony gathered to celebrate the marriage once again.

Sacred Bond

Even though this 7 day ceremony would seem a bit far-fetched for our modern society, the art of it all had deep meaning. The whole community would gather together to join two partners in this sacred union, bringing them together through blessings. Everyone worked in harmony with one another with naivety and innocence and would literally rejoice and celebrate for the lucky number of 7 days. The rituals performed on each of the 7 days by the community, proved to bring positivity to the couple and all had the intention of manifesting good fortune upon the couple.

In these times, where we have so lost the essence of unity and true love, going back to the past is a necessity in order to heal future generations. Ceremonies like these, the morales of village life is not something necessarily that needs to be revived, yet is something that can remind us of the notion of joint community, bonds of sisterhood and brotherhood. Music, service, dance, art and play can heal all wounds of modern society. Our system has become too complex, full of absurd laws and rules which deprive us of our freedom. In this deprivation, we have become fixated on trends, fashions, the latest “it” thing and have forgotten that we are human. We have forgotten where we have come from. The land, mother nature is so craving for us to remember her. By focusing on the prosperity of the land around us, the tending of plants, animals, the rejoicing and celebration of other’s happiness, we can truly heal this world.

War Cannot Take Our Love Away!

In 1974, my grandparents lost the home they had built for their beautiful three daughters and all acres of land in their village Tympou. In the Turkish illegal invasion, 5,700 Cypriots became refugees. With a smile on their faces, courage in their hearts in the years to come they were to rebuild their lives on the non-occupied areas. My grandfather was forced to become a truck driver to support his family, and my grandmother became a shoe tailor. What surprises me is that despite all the difficulties, all the pain and loss, the fighting and treachery of war these two people still sang and danced. They rejoiced each day and never were saddened by defeat.
People like this, Niki and Antonis, are true heroes. Their rare gem of sacred marriage truly inspires us to follow their example and light the world with unity and love.

 

© Nicoletta

Moon Goddess

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Her hips moved like crashing waves on a shore. Her rhythm an endless sensual flow. I felt her beat like an ever evolving starlight. I followed it with my heart, asking it to become a part of me. Wisdom shone on her face, cosmic years of grace. How delicate her glow, a motion of ecstasy burning fire. Through the rise of her breath, streams of rose petals guided me home. She spoke to me in codes my spirit alone knew how to decipher.

Anointing me with nurture, I was reborn.

Defiers of the night, we dreamed of the stars. Our bodies danced in the glory of light. Our eyes shifted in trance of cosmic dance. Our heads tilted to greet the morning rays of the sun. Redeeming our souls with balance. We were whole.

 

© Nicoletta

 

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

 

Photo: Alexandra Van Zutphen, Follow @ pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Song: Harvest Moon- Neil Young

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