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DOWNFALL by Romana Anna Nova

I didn't have any knowledge of spirituality and poetry at first...

Yet when one day a poem jumped on me, and the other sneaked up on me, then finally merging into one. Little did I know of the language of symbols, and Jung's Soul process of individuation. Yet it all sprung up as if from a well hidden deep within me – my Soul turning me inside out – revealing the real me. Images emerging from deep within not yet influenced by over-used spiritual cliches – completely unique and fresh SoulSpeak – creative works whole and complete unto itself.
Photography by Jonna Jinton

by Romana Anna Nova

In honor of the downfall
I can not pretend anymore.
There comes a point,
where the encounter with the Unknown
feels almost welcoming.

I don't care for who I am.
Who I thought I was,
has lost its importance
in the face of the sweet necessity to be real.

The neat and silent slipping out of old skin,
where a new one hasn't grown yet to restrict you.
The freedom of being released
from structures and boundaries that you've built.
The safety of knowing
that you are immense!
That everything which could have happened
has already happened to you.
And so the "I" becomes irrelevant.

It doesn't speak to you anymore.
Its voices said all they had to say a billion times over.
It has nothing you'd have ears for now.

You became an instrument.
You only hear what is within
leading your hand.

(This poem is from the author's new collection 
Photography by Jonna Jinton  

Romana Anna Nova: has trained in many holistic healing and counseling modalities, but beginning with 2012--guided by her Soul--she began tapping into a deeper source of innate wisdom, and by 2013 while in the middle of several trainings everything else went out of the window. It was becoming clear that nothing but direct experience will do from now on. She's being guided by Source itself to explore the path of Spirit. If a vocational label is required then Mystic, Oracle or spiritual mentor might fit the bill, but in truth she just is. Romana Anna intends to revolutionize a new path for society and humanity – to create a new structure in civilization that will heal the ways in which we've been affected by the patriarchy. You may purchase her new collection 'Soulspeak – A Map for the Journey Home through Exile' which includes this poem through this page and support the Zahra Retreat Centre she's building by clicking here.  Connect with her via her website here or via Facebook here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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