
How long do you want to live?
“500 years at least”
“Not into my 90’s”
“Honestly? I’d go right now”
Me? I just want to live today.
Response to Chalkboard poetry prompt: Life
By Aaska Ejaz
-- a journey into awareness

How long do you want to live?
“500 years at least”
“Not into my 90’s”
“Honestly? I’d go right now”
Me? I just want to live today.
Response to Chalkboard poetry prompt: Life
By Aaska Ejaz

Beliefs about the world,
God and ourselves
Shaping our lives
coloring our perceptions
determining our experience
Some beliefs known
others lying hidden
in cellular memory
to be unraveled
like a Gordian Knot
Slowly cutting the string
they’re brought to light
where in consciousness,
examined, we can decide
Is it true?
I’ve been in touch with the power of our beliefs for some time. Beliefs influence our perception, both what what we see and how we see it. And, as a result, beliefs determine our experience of things.
I’ve known my belief “themes”, for lack of a better word, for some time. Mainly “I’m not good enough” and “I can’t play with the ‘big guys’.” I’ve learned with help to see the consequences of such beliefs, e.g., self-sabotage, self doubt…. But I never felt a real shift.
Recently, in my work with visioning and meditation (translation, a form of prayer and listening to the small voice within), I received the core of what’s been driving me: “I was rejected by family, God, it was a done deal, there’s no use trying.”
Note: My family would be horrified to know what conclusions I came to as a very young girl. I’ve long sense done the work of understanding and forgiving those involved. Still, the belief was operating out of sight in my cellular memory. It’s what unrecognized beliefs do.
So, when this belief came to me and resonated so deeply, I knew it was what’s been driving me. With the consciousness I hold now, I could see it is not true and never was. I feel lighter. It has lost its power over me.
We all have stories. We all have hidden beliefs. I want to testify that we can be free of them. Be free to love more fully ourselves and others. And so it is.

He was my rock
He believed in me
Without him I’m
left with my
self doubt, my
belief I’m less than.
So I act more than
I hang on the fringe
a rule breaker
All to hide that
I’m good,
but not good enough.
I know my limits
so I think.
But now, without shelter,
I’m left with the question
Is there a middle between
more and less?
I’m lost in indecision
self awareness
sucks
Acceptance
one word
a life time

Projection?
Validation?
Reflection?
We become
through others
ever more deeply
ourselves.
Written in response to a Medium Chalkboard Expresso (15 words or less) prompt by Harper Thorpe
December, 2018

You can go
your whole life
believing you’re different
you don’t belong.
You hold back
just enough to make
it true—
Until one slips
under your
defenses
But he is different.
It wasn’t
intentional.
You see your
reflection in those
around you
the fringe
the damaged
the different
you judge yourself
better, than worse
you’re different
you don’t belong.
Until light starts
seeping in and you
begin to see
the thinking that
trapped you,
the feelings that
overwhelmed you.
You get a glimpse
of your own heart’s wisdom,
out of your control,
setting you free.
I used to check
my calendar
for names:
B for birthday
AN for anniversary–
triggers to send a card
to remember
how our lives
intertwine.
When did I start
putting “D” by names?
It’s aging they say,
loss is part of it.
But knowing doesn’t
soften the sharp edges
of the missing pieces.
“God fills the holes”
“Reinvent yourself”
“Time to turn inward….”
But I stare at the “D”s
and wonder….
overwhelmed
by the mystery,
the fragility,
the preciousness
of Life.
.
The trick is to
allow each moment
to treat us to it’s
wonders
So dying
no regrets
we lived all
all that was given.
(A response to the one line poetry prompt by Kathy Jacobs in Chalkboard)
[When we don’t like what is going on in our lives, around us….]
Perfection
What if where we are is exactly
where we’re supposed to be?
The result of past decisions and
beliefs we held so dearly as true…
It’s the chance for us to really look,
to see clearly what we’ve co-created
and choose differently.
Everything I react to is but a mirror
of the inner world I live in.
Reacting is seeded in fear,
my world, my self, what I care about
is threatened.
Only Love can respond anew.
Love can say “no, stop, enough”…
but love never loses itself in rage or fear.
Love knows the God spark
in every situation,
in everyone,
in me.
What if we are exactly where
we’re supposed to be?
I need you
to love me!
The death knell of
of relationship.
It closes off
seeing the other,
kills the curiosity
the joy in difference.
Needing hardens
the heart already
damaged by wounds
long forgotten
Needing is fear in
disguise, a spiritual
hole we look to be filled
by someone out there.
Accepting the loss
the familial love
we never had
frees us
Only then
can I love you
without demands that
you be anything but who your are.
It has a will to live
popping up everywhere
in the lawn
light yellow-green
calling attention
to itself.
I pull them out
but more pop up
not to be defeated.
One pull had good roots.
It sits in a pot
on my counter.
I say it’s to identify it.
But maybe it’s just
a symbol of Life.
Something that
wants to be,
that has its own world.
Parallel lives
driven by a life force
seeking expression.
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