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FALLING SOFTLY by Romana Anna Nova

I turned to writing poetry at a time of a huge transformation and integration in my life…

Everything was taken away and in that empty space. I waited for years alternating between the escapism of wishful thinking and grandiose daydreaming, and being totally lost, abandoned, not trusting the new, real me that was emerging.

Finally, the path has been becoming clearer, leading ever more deeper within myself. A great condensation took place, ideas were let go of, fears were let go of, anger was embraced, self-forgiveness has arrived.....and so it goes onward still, on and on in spirals....it's life. It's my life.

Falling Softly
by Romana Anna Nova

Although blindfolded
I am not afraid to take a step in the dark.
The voice inside 
will guide me safely,
like no sight ever could
cut through the illusion.

The sharp edges which
make my eyes and feet bleed,
can't hurt me anymore,
because I'm letting go of all the peripherals.
What is unnecessary
will be severed.

The blades still cut.
My eyes and feet bleed as I walk,
but it doesn't hurt.
I let go of what is to meant to go.
I let the blood drain,
and that's what keeps me alive,
because I no longer 
resist the edges that
are there to shape me.

Surprised how little I need.
A narrow edge,
and nothing to hold on to,
is proving to be the safest haven,
where nothing can be lost,
nothing regretted.

Only the experience matters
of falling slowly
trusting
that there is no bottom to the void.

Somehow the mere force of gravity
strips away all that is arbitrary
and distills my essence-
the hard core
so light
that nothing 
can touch it.


Romana Anna Nova: Romana doesn’t put much value on temporary credentials but rather on profound self-initiation and integration of the wounds and lessons acquired throughout her life, and in this way coming completely back to oneself. Romana remembers teaching Natural Law throughout many lives since prehistoric times. She is guiding people to actualize their creative power and become the sole authority in their lives. Connect with her via her website here or via Facebook here.




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