Poetry | A Twelvemonth of Self Love

Tears To You

Eva Lisle — Thu, 11 Aug 2016 23:54:41 +0000

It seems we all have bits of kryptonite embedded within ourselves that undo us, or one close to us in order that love may flow freely. Usually it is something we don’t like or appreciate about ourselves. My kryptonite is tears. Tears are how I release powerful feeling whether it is delight, anger, panic or appreciation of beauty. I eventually came to see my tears as Holy Spirit speaking to me…

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Self Love Has The Greatest ROI

Eva Lisle — Thu, 10 Mar 2016 21:23:21 +0000

I am beginning to realize the many gifts of the wedding season of last year. Now that I have rested, regrouped and breathed deeply into this new year I can look back in great wonder. I was guided again and again into Self Love as the answer to my overwhelm, my tired, my juggling……..and it worked every time. The ROI (Return On Investment) of Self Love is surely more than 100% if that is even…

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12. Day 29: Witness The Dawn

Eva Lisle — Sun, 29 Mar 2015 14:06:46 +0000

I can feel the realigning of focus within me. I don’t yet really know what my writing and practice will look like on a daily basis but I feel excited rather than worried; delighted rather than fearful. This is a huge shift from last year at this time when I was feeling the uncertainty of transition and my committed practice of self love and blog felt like such a crazy leap in the dark. I mean…

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12. Day 18: On Fear & Love

Eva Lisle — Wed, 18 Mar 2015 12:53:04 +0000

A word on fear: “Ashes to Ashes” Two black coals nearly spent of flame; my eyes can’t touch the Shekinah Glory without disintegrating into feather ash. Fear is the fire that causes the near …

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12. Day 14: Easy As Pi

Eva Lisle — Sat, 14 Mar 2015 12:42:41 +0000

I couldn’t not comment on today’s date of 3-14-15, the biggest Pi Day (in USA) of them all. And how perfect to remind myself (and you) that Love is just as easy. Delicious or mathematical as is needed. Or let’s just say that yesterday’s pickle is today’s relish. My blocked sensibilities melted away in light of the warmth and welcome of Holy Spirit’s Voice. I realized two very important…

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12. Day 9: I Brake For Poetry

Eva Lisle — Mon, 09 Mar 2015 12:20:15 +0000

“Nobody’s Fool” Even a dog gets thirsty and knows how to wake himself up and trot to the water bowl. How is it I forget each time I fall asleep how to wake myself up and trot over to the Beloved to sip, soak and be drenched by His love presence? I am a forgetting, fool, that’s why. Lucky my Beloved planted His holy wellspring deep within my breast so that I never…

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12. Day 6: I Am The Poem

Eva Lisle — Fri, 06 Mar 2015 13:09:03 +0000

Feelings have a way of leaving me mute; I think this is one of the reasons I have feared them. Since talking is my perceived way of connecting, feelings (and the ensuing muted state) can leave me feeling somewhat disconnected to myself. The beckoning quiet of silence is my only friend. Poetry is one way I can express myself back into an awareness of connection with myself. I do not write in…

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11. Day 27: Feelings Communicate; Are You Listening?

Eva Lisle — Fri, 27 Feb 2015 13:08:25 +0000

Yesterday was a day of feeling. Or rather trying to keep down feelings like someone on board a boat tries to keep lunch down while coursing over the heavy chop. The feelings leak out of course as eventually lunch does when seasickness overtakes. It is inconvenient, messy and leaves you feeling drained. Perhaps that is the true purpose of feelings, to drain you of what is not you until all that…

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10. Day 20: When Silence Calls

Eva Lisle — Tue, 20 Jan 2015 14:31:28 +0000

I love fog. It is a visible quiet, a presence that surrounds and muffles. Yesterday it added to a day that needed simple things; ironing, dishes washed, beds made, letters written. I noticed that each task was a meditation of sorts. A singular action I could focus on and fall in behind in meditation. My deep need for meditative silence was calling me in every way it could.

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10. Day 17: Then There Were Three

Eva Lisle — Sat, 17 Jan 2015 15:44:07 +0000

“The Leaving” Both were on planes flying east gone from our sight yet not from our hearts The leaving left a prick at the back of my throat tears too weary to shed waited for acceptance This is the cruel evidence I manufacture to try to tell myself separation is real Forgetting that we are One in Him that Love is all we are scattered to the four corners SO we will remember…

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