From The Camino by Shirley Maclaine

Change

"When you come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things will happen;
there will be something solid to stand on, or you will learn how to fly."

Where is this taking me?

The skies
Are filled with dust
Debris circling
Objects twining
Strings spinning
Orbiting.

The magnificence
Out there
That we awe about
Is the stuff
That made us up
That mould
That I now am.

Written by Tasnim Jivaji

Two Peas in Each Others Pods

You've always been attracted to the superwoman in me.

The vulnerable and needing portion of me was a turn off.

And you couldn't feed a few holes in me with what I needed.

Last night you saw my state, my tears, and you saw a broken woman.

While, in reality, I was making myself be precious for myself, not needing you to do that for me.

Then, when I was connecting to a higher level of human connection with you, you saw me as needing you to validate me and that calling repulsed you.

You couldn't rise to that level of giving of yourself and creating a nuance of connection.

You couldn't come out to play.

You couldn't change that one moment in our existence of mediocrity into a colourful space.

How are you going to be taking care of me with that characteristic of not doing the unexpected ?

How are you going to be making crucial decisions about me in times of need with you being so unreal, so disconnected?

When your decisions are made on such unkind grounds, how are you going to be an agent of change in my life?

You see the broken and stained portions and your actions break the wholeness in me and you smear the shining parts of me with your unwavering inhumanity.

That is a turn off for me.

The superwoman in me, wants to hang out with a super human being.

Love Passengers

I am channelling all this excess love
back into me.
It's a big platform here.
Everywhere I see
striking resemblances of me
Waiting to get up
On to my love train.
So now I'll be busy 
welcoming my many selves
whom I've left at too many stations
along my way
They've been stranded
Because of me
Holding their crumpled hopes
Like outdated tickets
In empty breaths
In broken hearts
with our hands perfectly measured 

to fit into mine
and our luggage filled with love
Just for  me
Craving
Just to be with me, my love
My very own
Love

Vessel of Love Tasnim