Ava’s Poetry

Hello dear soul friends! I’ve been more on YouTube these days, sharing the poetry that comes through me – visual & verbal. Playlists below – enjoy! <3

{there all along}

Pulling me through time and space
In my bed, in your embrace
Magnetized polarity
Fused in singularity

supernova nebula

Soft and delicate
A world within
Gently moving, 
Changing, 
Rearranging,
Throbbing, 
Pulsating, 
Alive,
Contracting
Expanding
All the time.
Dying to rebirth:
A supernova nebula

All I Need

Beyond definitions and identities, the real you shines. Namaste, beautiful soul.

Drop it - 
The masks
The fear
The unworthiness
The not-enough
The almost there

The anxiety
The chase
The game
The battle
The guilt
The shame
The struggle
The constant questioning
The perfect image
The imperfect self
The past
The future
The mind
The being right
The preferences and opinions
The many unconquered dominions.

I want you{r} naked
Now.
To our divinity
We bow. 


Resolve
To Dissolve.
Nude woman posing with tropical plants

Return To Innocence

We are one, we are nature… re:member

She was born in the spaces between sunbeams
Dying with every wave that kissed the shore
To reemerge again from the infinity of space
Aliveness is her nature
Solitude her home
Sharing her being in the world
Surrendered to the flow
Without effort she floats
Magnetizing everything 
Light pouring out of her
Illuminating
All pervading
Penetrating
The souls around
Dancing particles of
Melodies
Notes rearranging
Patterns reshaping
Again and anew
Anew and again
With no end.

Do for YOU

in a perfect world
everybody would be
seen, loved, heard.

so create 
your perfect world:
see, love, hear
what's within:
embrace the image
in the mirror
& hold it dear.

only when you do it
for you
you can do it for me 
too!

that's how we connect
in truth
in love
with respect.

smooth surfaces

sensing
energetic
signature
sweet
sensual
passionate
soul
poetry
confined
in
rusty
armor
of old 
stories…
fingertips
tracing
rough
edges
volcano
eager
to erupt
but determined
to stay 
dormant…
sharp
lava
leaves
paper cuts:
enough
blood.

leaving
rugged
terrain
behind
for
new
pages
of valleys
and water
words
worlds
meandering
gently
ever
so
freely
feeling
flowers…

the bodies
know.

{smooth surfaces}
hear it…

Kismet

Did you call me into being
From a longing long before?
Has it been written in the stars
Then, now and forevermore?
Maybe there is no path to follow
And destiny is made step by step?
I don't know
But I will find out...

Kismet.
are you brave enough to follow?

The First, The Last, My Everything

There is a gust of wind 
That comes
Right after
A freight train passes.
Like the feeling
That sweeps in
Right before
You are
In love
Again.

Anchor

aimlessly floating on my own volition
winds to and fro inhale my sails
currents carry me to shores unexplored
i set my imprint in the stones
and swiftly slip away again
thirsty for the familiar ground
that shines anew each day
and shifts and moves with me...
i tire but keep searching
propelled by an 
elusive
empty
exotic
enchanting
effervescent
eternal 
pull
coming from within
that pushes me out
out of my skin
expanding
blending
merging
bursting
until
all 
my 
neatly 
sown 
seams
come undone
and i carefully put them
together
anew 
stronger
wiser
better...
then
you appear
to anchor me.