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3/23/2021

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Losing touch,
Disconnecting from all that ever was,
Do I learn to live here,
In the now as each wave presses in,
Passes through,
Cleanses me,
Bringing all that is needed seen, heard, felt,
Experienced, confronted, overcome,
Be as it needs to be,
Now…
Losing touch not with reality,
But choosing to immerse myself wholly,
Entirely, into my own life,
With all its mountains, valleys, 
Climbs, caves, cliffs,
Secret paths, blazing my own trail,
For this travel,
This journey,
These adventures,
I am all here.
All aware as it comes, becomes, leaves,
I observe, sense, live, figure out, rediscovering each step 
Of the way, who I am, who I am not, who I need to be,
Who I want to be…
Losing touch as in, how I define this;
Breaking barriers,
Breaking stereotypes,
Not being so obsessively worried about how I am perceived,
Or what people think, or what others may assume I am being,
Or I am doing.
Changing my focus,
Losing touch with the masses,
The judgement, the hatred, the fear,
The should’s, the could of’s, 
The unsolicited nit picking shame/blame,
The limitations of society standards, or other people or family
Try to put on us, or expect of us,
I choose to redirect and change my focus,
To lose touch with outer dictation,
To lose touch with my inner old narrations no longer relevant,
No longer serving any good, to realign to what needs healed,
Let go of, removed, overcome within me now, to take forward.
Aligning with however unconventional pertains to me,
Loving where I am , where I want to go, and how I choose to get there…
So I lose touch, disengage, disconnect, detach from the chaos,
Of doubt, remind myself of my worth, my truths, my experiences,
And choose to not repeat, but to be different, to be me.
I choose to dissociate with those attempting to put me into molds,
brackets. 
I choose to disconnect from the old patterned narrations within me,
Still begging to be my default way of being when I was in survival mode.
I choose to reappoint myself as my own leader, 
to rekindle the relationship with myself, 
Realize the trust I had in others needs to become full circle,
Just as I loved others, first we must give to ourselves, for balance & boundaries to be achieved.
I choose now not later to be relying on myself, honoring my heart, my beautiful mind, my intelligent soul, my fabulous body, to care more of what I need to remain strong and healthy.
So what, to how anyone else defines this, 
I choose to refine my own definitions,
Through my experiences,
Through my own filters, ascensions however I descend,
Through my own knowing that I know not everything,
Through my sensing, my expansions, my growth,
I choose to lose touch with what’s trending/what’s popular,
What is socially or privately accepted,
Be my own, become my own, 
Without inner or outer invalidation,
Lose touch, 
To re engage, to re equip, to re open,
To redevelop, to re-inspire, to rebirth,
However many times I need to,
No matter how many directions I may swirl,
No matter what, staying true to me every now,
Now, this has been my forever calling,
Not of status quo,
Not of the physical realm,
But of the spiritual sense of consciousness,
Of being who I choose to be,
Of doing what I have sought out to do,
Of believing in myself with everything that was,
Was for me to become the now me and the later me…
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
You may call it differently, as it pertains to you,
We all have our diversity, what means something to us,
May differ with someone else, this is what losing touch
Means to me, nothing to do with crazy or off the rocker,
But shedding infinitely as we live this life,
Take our journeys, these adventures,
Choosing to honor our unlearning,
As much as our Learning from everything, 
So do we live, love, laugh, cry, undo, remake,
Construct, transform.
Namaste,

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To each...

3/22/2021

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“To each their own,”
As it states.
How it resonates,
In all it’s truths and applications.
How it reverberates,
An acceptance of diversity.
How it is revealed,
Exposed, shown, 
Allowing people
To see as they see,
Feel as they feel,
Think as they think,
Taste as they taste,
Hear as they hear,
Experience as they experience,
Connect as they connect,
Be as they choose to be,
Embracing them with love and light,
As they express themselves as they are,
Gives us the freedom to do so too..
To each their own, what works for them,
Works for them, what works for me works for me,
Allowing all stigma, judgement, to fall away.
Allowing to each their own, be as each of us,
Need it to be, want it to be, define it to be.
May it come from our heart,
Without offense or defense, 
Without pettiness or drama,
Standing firmly from within us, leaning out.
Give this gift of kindness,
To one another, because as we are
Figuring things out, so is everyone else.
Let us live our lives as we choose,
Love who we choose to,
Learn as we are ready to, 
Be as what is necessary for us to become,
All better individuals, through this constant 
Life Cycle of change, we are all coming undone,
For more of us to become,
To each their own,
Is a loving passage, 
May we tread more gently along our paths,
When we merge with others,
May we not give unsolicited advice,
But show through our example,
And let that be enough to shine light for others.
May others be as they choose to be,
Revealing to us our choices,
To judge or to leave be,
For we don’t know everything,
Even about our journey,
So who are we to nit pick, devalue, ridicule,
Invalidate, finger point whose to blame with curses of shame,
Create a mess that pulls us into fighting drama,
May we look on to others as we should be looking at ourselves,
May we pick our battles, and may we remember each of us,
Are Human, life is our figuring out process, and we are only in charge
Of ourselves no one else,
To each their own is not being passive,
It is allowing others to be themselves and figure their journeys out
Just as we are…
There’s a time for everything,
Our processes,
Our programming,
Our receiving,
Our perceptions,
Our growth,
Our working through,
Our stances,
Our healing,
Our forgiving,
Our paths,
Our choices,
Our own-ness,
Unraveling to us, as we live, laugh, mourn, let go, learn, forgive,
Move forward, to each their own.
So we do, so we go, so can we send everyone much more light,
Much more love, allowing ourselves to focus on our path,
Instead of filling this world with more hate, more judgement,
More fear, more of what there’s already enough of.
May we exude love, welcome, compassion, truths,
With acceptance, with an open mind/open heart,
With gratitude for all the blessed diversity,
No matter how much we want to nit pick.
Lean in, lean forward, nit pick our own reflections,
Rather than add more hurt, more wounds,
More infliction's that damage, the toll is already too high.
May we come from love, live our light,
Emanate peace, love, and our humanity,
As each of us, to each their own, must be allowed,
For us all to become..
May we stand if needed be,
May we sit if needed be,
May we dress as we want,
May we love who we want,
May we think how we want,
May we be who we want,
May we live our lives as we want,
Unconditionally, without comparisons & bullying.
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
Let us each day,
Choose to not repeat history,
But redefine what each now presents,
May we choose to strive to thrive,
In all our magnificence & diversity.
May we be well, 
May they be well,
May we all be well.
Namaste.
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Even the smallest...

3/4/2021

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Within the vastness grief imposes,
allowing compassion/gratitude for what we get,
disposes the weight of carrying it as a burden,
bringing the light back in,
allowing once again to be guided by love,
even if it has felt lost,
it was within grief,
we become found again.
Sending everyone much love and light,
because we all weather many storms,
and within these storms though we feel dimmed,
though we feel lost at times,
we are never alone,
each of us shine bright,
like a candle rekindling another,
like a star hung in the velvet blue above,
when the darkness comes,
even the smallest light,
can be seen, can be heard, can moves us, can be touched,
can be loved, can be there or here,
a blink or heartbeat away.
Blessings can be found everywhere…
As I close this day, and as I begin my day,
with wholehearted gratitude, 
giving myself compassion no matter where I am in the moment, 
as time marches on....
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
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Resilience

3/1/2021

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Emerging now,
Into the antithesis
I remember,
Provided with enough proof,
Embodied those memories, 
Feeling the peaceful winds pull me, back up.
Devoting myself the time to heal,
Knowing stumbling will still happen,
I open myself to be more receptive,
For all the climbs to come,
For all the hurdles that I may just 
Jump or smash through,
Provided proof being my own 
Resilience.
Allowing myself when needed be to descend or ascend,
To be as invested in my joy as much as 
Allowing my sadness the same attention,
The same savoring love and light,
Encourages and empowers me
To truly grow, honoring my growth,
To take me either direction.
Knowing that when I choose to offer whole awareness,
I learn, I unlearn, I relearn, I heal,
All that variety no matter how extreme it is,
Comes and goes.
Within healing, so do we immensely grow,
Even though at times,
I question how much I can endure,
During these pitfalls, these storms,
I am slowly coming to…
Nearing a new normalcy for me,
Being established,
Investing into the imminent now,
Into the new as it evolves me.
I allow all I thought going in,
Meanwhile and coming through,
Be as it was meant for.
A realization of change afoot,
Transforming my own becoming,
To be transmuted from fear & challenge,
Into love, into compassion, into nutrition,
Providing me more 
Strength, courage, honesty and awareness,
Helping me to hone who I am to become.
So into my heart, my soul, my path I invest,
Dedicated to all I have been through,
Dedicated to all that is here,
And coming, no matter the diversity.
Every experience I have had taught
And will still teach me what resilience is,
No matter how many times I learn 
That I have I will utilize,
Redefining what that will mean for me,
Going in, emerging out of each and every storm,
Though I may feel broken, 
I have been provided proof,
That I will always get through,
So I am, now and will again..
Emerging now,
Into the antithesis
I remember,
Provided with enough proof,
Resilience will always be within me,
To take forward, and forward we will
Go together...
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
Even when I feel defeated,
I know I am not, I will re-emerge different yes,
Always, I will pull through..
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I will re-emerge

2/24/2021

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Within the storms,
I am.
Within the bruising rains,
I am.
Within the thrashing winds,
I am.
Within the contrasts of lightning,
I am.
Within the twisters touched down,
I am.
Within the chaos and havoc,
I am.
Within the crumbled walls left behind,
I am.
Within the despair of losses,
I am.
Within the treading waters,
I am.
Within the flooding,
I am.
Within the echoes of remembrance,
I am.
Within the observant horror of grief,
I am.
Within the witness,
I am.
Within the cries,
I am.
Within the compass,
I am.
Within the pursuit of direction,
I am.
Within the hope of bluer skies,
I am.
Within the trauma of the storms,
Experiences thus far,
I am.
Within the unburdened,
Now here, in the raw, exposed,
I am.
Within the phases of letting go,
Allowing this loss to not consume me,
Take me whole,
I am.
With the calm that the storm leaves us with,
I am coming to,
For all that has become, 
Became undone.
All I was tethered to,
All I thought I was,
Came to a screaming halt.
A storm blew in,
One heavy with grief,
One heavy with loss,
One heavy with love,
One heavy with flashes of life,
One heavy with hardship,
One heavy with shock,
One heavy with disorientation,
One heavy storm with collateral damages,
Mentally, physically, emotionally, verbally,
One minute here, next poof gone.
Within the storms,
Within the bruising rains,
Within the thrashing winds,
Within the contrasts of lightning,
Within the twisters touched down,
Within the chaos and havoc,
Within the crumbled walls left behind,
Within the despair of losses,
Within the treading waters,
Within the flooding,
Within the echoes of remembrance,
I will re-emerge...
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror

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Time

2/21/2021

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Gifts of time,
Stored in my head,
Invested in my heart,
Exuding from my soul,
Perhaps the paradox and anomaly of
Life “Feeling” short, 
Abides to humanity’s thoughts of what is here and tangible,
Rather than incalculable vastness of
Who we truly are infinitely, endlessly,
Intersecting with what is known by living,
And what is experienced in the ever after,
Beyond the veil, when our bodies die.
Time is truly a man made clock,
Who is to say what the length surely is,
We calculate it in seconds, minutes, hours,
Days, weeks, months, years.
 24 hours in a day,
Sleep for close to half of our time here,
So we can work, be productive, get by,
Do things, so when we least expect it,
When we have or have not taken things for granted,
Somehow we always resort to this spectacle,
Chronologically sort of  time,
Being short, being inadequate,
Not enough…
From beginning to end,
Somehow we misplace,
How many gifts of time,
We got, until it became,
Gone, because who we were sharing it with,
Perished…
Then our suffering begins to slow us down
Enough to realize, 
We forgot to live,
We forgot to cherish more of,
We forgot to savor,
We forgot to make the most of our time, 
Or we remember these things,
With deep resentment towards another
Or against ourselves, with grief deepening our regrets,
To immediately jump to labeling, 
Life is too short,
We aren’t given enough time…
No, It's the immeasurable moments,
The continuity of decisions, experiences,
Dispersing lessons, mistakes, gifting us,
Time for us to learn, laugh, challenge ourselves,
Striving, thriving, to become, to unlearn,
To talk, to hold hands, to grow, to love,
To feel sad, to get mad, to care, 
To run away, to use our voice,
To stand up, to give our best we can,
No matter what it needs to be or when it needed to be
To have, to lose, to share, to keep to ourselves,
To guide, to mentor, to serve,  to be fully present
And really Live.
Gifts of time, we share, are shared.
Stored in my head, we had, we can still get.
Invested in my heart, invested in you, invests in us.
Exuding from my soul, what I created, what you created,
What I am creating, what you are creating,
Whether it be in body or in the cosmos,
Endlessly, 
whether we depart or stay side by side,
Few steps behind, or thousand of miles apart,
Gifts you were,
Gifts you are,
Gifts of Time,
Each of us do get,
Each of us had,
May we realize there is no ‘True’ length,
So in every moment hold it close,
Realize the significance,
Realize the breaths you take in savoring
That precious time we have,
As the very gift you are,
Time is too…
Melissa Palmer © Evolving Mirror
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