Posts by Tara Rose

They ask: How long is heartbreak? Like it can be measured in inches, or kilometres or lightyears. They ask: How long is heartbreak? Like it can be measured by sunrises and sunsets, by moon cycles, by earth orbits. They ask: How long is heartbreak? Like it can be measured by the weight of tears, the…

Love that was once fixated on an object has become untethered. The anchor weighing you down, keeping you static, is removed. Love flows as freely as your tears, as deep as your longings. Allow this torrent of love to unleash into the world. Your precious, wild, unmanageable heart. No longer limited. Let if flow deep,…

Finding God I found God last night. She was resting in the indent just above your clavicle. He was dancing along the slow curve of the ridge of your ear. She was hiding in the curls of your hair. He was leaning in the lean, strong curves of your upper arm. She was in the…

How is it that after all this time, my heart hasn’t rebuilt. It took two years, two months and five days to build the Eiffel Tower. It took nine years to build the Statue of Liberty. It took 22 years to build the Taj Mahal. It took 1229 years to build Rome. It took 2300…

Catch the projections Leave them at the door Tabla Rasa So we can bear witness to the brush strokes as they emerge in each moment watching with delight the innocent unfolding of the pure masterpieces that we are.

Move slowly on me. Instead of a 45 minute walk, take two hours. Stop. Frequently. Look at this shrub. That flower. See how this vine with purple flowers winds around a restio reed. See this snake track. This ant hill, see how well it is hidden. Hear yourself asking: These tracks, are they from a…

Poetry and Me I flirted with Poetry for many years, with spurts of writing occurring over the decades. Poetry became a lover a few years ago. We had many passionate encounters. Thirteen months ago, I asked Poetry to marry me. She agreed. I do my best to be an attentive spouse. I meet her daily…

The constant lovemaking between Sky and Earth occurs everywhere. On mountain peaks, Earth eagerly thrusts itself up into Sky. In low valleys, Sky drops down to nestle into Earth. Wherever there is surface, the two meet to dance their dance. Sometimes a fast tango. Other times a still embrace. And I, I am always in…

I folded myselfover and over again.Fold, crease, unfold, flip, rotate.Twist, bend, arrange, shape,into countless permutations. A swan, a flower, a rabbit,a crane, a jumping frog.Each one so beautiful.Each one so clever. Yet, I long to unfold,expand,smooth out,flatten.Now, take your pen,spread your ink on me.I am waiting for your words.

Our bodies in orbit until the gravitational pull is too much to overcome. We come undone. Hands, arms, bodies, spirits collide. Waves we ride. Impact subsides. Inhibition hides. Psyche writhes. Splendid synchronicity. The simplicity of the ecstasy of surrendering to rhythm while our bodies rhyme. And dance in time. Across time. Through time. How sublime.…