January 1, 2019

In 2019, Just Be

It’s the start of a new year. We leave behind a year that many of us won’t miss, a year which seemed relentless with global news and human meanness. 

I realise now, there is a limit to our control. We can stand up for our beliefs, we can make art, and treat others with kindness and compassion, but we also have a duty to ourselves to reenergise and not let the weight of the world burden us too deeply. 

This year, when we press reset, I’ll turn to the light. I’ll remind myself of simple pleasures and small acts of kindness. I don’t want to consume more or strive more. 

I want to just be, and allow the others around me to just be. My goal is less consumption and more creativity. Weaning myself off social media (read facebook) and more walks in the woods. More listening and less anger. Fewer trite conversations and a deepening of connections instead.

I wish you peace and contentment. I hope the stars shine for you in 2019. 

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Shifting Skin

 

Under a canopy of marbled planets

or on the curl of a crescent moon

or in the crater of a crumbling star

in a far flung galaxy

a woman woke 

 

Ghostly china doll

unnatural beauty with Cupid lips 

a crack under her left eye

from the words they had hurled like arrows

into the bruised flesh of her heart

 

She smiled when they demanded it

lit up the sea face with her luminosity 

When her sheen faded 

she fired up the furnace 

melted herself 

 

–into something new

with a warrior cry that no-one heard

Her shards a ragged kaleidoscope in the sun 

in their careless hands, delighting anew

the memory of her anguish erased

 

When they grew bored

they ground her down into the earth

She lay bewildered by their brutish smiles

underneath their booted feet

sinking into the fertile earth

 

Until blistering wildfires raged

reanimating her rusting heartbeat

transforming her into a molten stream

iron-maiden, capable of taking any form

Determined–at last, not to be 

 

their plaything

 

Chained and a changeling for their ends

She swore not to worship blackened hearts 

in gentile masks who never bend or bow 

before any living thing

but instead live in thrall to their egos

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About Nillu Nasser

Writer of literary fiction. Book hoarder, barefoot blogger, tea drinker.

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