I’m learning exponentially more

Humbly thriving like never before

Open, awake, blossoming with love

source shining deeply within everyone

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They may not know it

They may not see

That we are all connected

Me plus you is the universal WE


The gift of this trip is many and deep

To unite our light is no little thing

To shine in our divinity, loving with ease

Gifts of vulnerability noticeably seen


I know we signed that agreement

What seems like a million eons ago

Confident in what our souls needed to grow….


My shoulders relaxed, deep breaths in the now

I welcome the fruits of the impending how’s

Each students and teachers in this magnificent land

We rise higher and brighter when we shine hand in hand.

meant to be here – tiny dancer

Reaching out with her fingertips, she softly touched the face of the free-spirited young child she used to  be oh so long ago.  Observed her dancing, twirling sinuously around the room, her mother’s borrowed mantillas draped around her little shoulders or knotted over a hip. She had felt such freedom and hope in the power of love as she danced. 

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Blinking, she returned to the present and wondered when she had lost the audacity to be herself. She lovingly looked once more at the dancing tiny goddess she had been, residing now only in her mind’s eye and lit another cigarette staring out of the window and the gloom of a city that had, like her, lost its light (Shaharazade, 2017).


Shaharazade, S. (2017). Meant to be Here (1st ed.). New York.


obsidian gifts

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there was something to this

this aloneness

not loneliness

but aloneness

there were no obstacles

to the passion running


in her veins

for she was

a raw and tender soul

always perceived as a weakness

but she knew…

yes, she knew

that no matter

how she described

hell’s terrain

time in the abyss

no one would understand

what she had conquered

that she had climbed out

the wounds were closing now

remnants barely visible

everything was new

existence a miracle

nothing left of the mundane

nothing without value remained

she would never be the same

and she was grateful. 

torn away

she stood… legs wide apart with one foot slightly in front of the other, leaning forward, courageously braced…   the tornado picked up speed … closer it came.  the urge turn and run surged over her senses, but she didn’t contract, she didn’t resist, she stood her ground, superhero stance as the tornado whipped around her, ripping … tearing…  shredding… destroying… cleansing…

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left kneeling upon the ground, bruised and bloody, she lifted her head and surveyed the annihilation of all that she had known… so much had been torn away… very little remained…


what was left was hers and she reveled in the knowledge of that.   

meant to be here – outcast

I have always preferred that if I had to be hurt, it would be at the hand of strangers and not those who were ‘supposed’ to love me.

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I had never fit in anywhere. It was never more apparent than these two years in hell.  I hadn’t belonged in any foster or group home either.  Too dark for white, too white for dark, too emotional, bright, sullen, inquisitive, demonstrative, introspective… Too intelligent for the street, too street for academia.  All I ever wanted was to fit in, to belong, but not even during my dark night of the soul (textbook definition), especially not then, did I fit in except with other outcasts… the misfits. (Shaharazade, 2017).

Shaharazade, S. (2017). Meant to be Here (1st ed.). New York.



with not a word

She gazed at the ensemble on the table to her right.  Thought of what it had taken to get here. Suddenly she jumped up and smiled, she’d done it.  Donning her cap and gown, she ran her hands down her much healthier body.  She fixed the laces on her olive colored chucks, and stood up, righting her cap over the plentiful curls hanging down her back.

She lined up with her classmates who she’d never met but understood deeply.  They shared a common drive and laser like focus that brooked  no dissuasion.  They smiled proudly at each other. 

It was time.

They started out on the stage and one by one as they were called, they went up and received their   baccalaureates. She wanted to cartwheel off the stage.  She hadn’t even thought to check and see if anyone had come.  Taking her cap and gown off she removed the tassel for safe keeping.

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She took the ring box out of her pocket and with childlike enthusiasm slipped her school ring on her fuck you finger… She laughed remembering the conversation with her dad that had most definitely been the deciding factor on the placement of the ring.

Looking in the mirror she fixed her shimmering sand and metallic olive half sari she had had made especially for this occasion and checked her lipstick. She couldn’t help but smile.  She resonated in Cheshire Cat energy! 

Walking through the auditorium, though she felt like dancing through it, she spotted a vaguely familiar face watching her from across the room. Cocking her eyebrow, she hugged and congratulated classmates as she made her way closer to him…

WTF? She thought.  She had posted the event on her social media but really hadn’t expected anyone to come.





Close now, maybe 50 feet away from him, she just stopped. 

Just staring at each other, huge smiles on their faces, she flipped him the bird to show him the ring.  He laughed and held out his hand.  Silently she took it and went outside with him.

Early evening in New Hampshire on the first of July was beautiful.  The sky clear. The trees a giant green fence around them.  Warm but not oppressive.

They faced each other.

She smiled not breaking eye contact, he lifted his hand and gently cupped her cheek. A pensive look crossed his face, to which she raised an eyebrow.

He smiled again as he leaned in … they hugged.  Genuinely hugged each other.  He understood how hard this journey had been for her. Unbeknownst to her, he had been reading what she wrote.  He knew the tenacity hidden behind her smiling eyes.  She was just amazed he had come. 

She lay her head on his shoulder.

He smelled so good. She inhaled him. Ran her hands over his back. 

Pulling apart just to look at each other, he lowered his head… s l o w l y… but stopped as their noses almost touched.  He looked at the amber flecks in her eyes… they were almost sharing one breathe.  She lifted her face and oh so softly rubbed her cheek against his. Savoring the feeling of their skin touching felt like worship. It was sexy, in a deeply religious way. He lowered his lips near hers… but just barely touching. 

Their breathing quickened.

The very molecules of air were pregnant with promise.

His hands reached to hold hers by her sides.  

She softly licked his lower lip…barely.

There was a pause that seemed to stretch into eternity…

He reached his arms around her and pulled her close…she stepped into his embrace and the flames engulfed them both as they tenderly but deeply kissed.  Exploring every single inflamed molecule between them, they seemed to ignite the night with their raw expression.

Her arms around his neck, his hands in her hair, they finally and reluctantly pulled apart….lips swollen with eyes full of fire.

Smiling at each other once more, they turned to walk back into the building…

not one word had been spoken.


awakening to my human existence

inside,  I find fearful persistence

at times doth hide, oh yes tis

my precious, the ego, the snake

that creeps in so softly

preceding mistakes

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sobbing, sobbing on my

self-pitying throne

oh woe is me, I feel all alone

t’was what little “i” would have us

believe…. hiding, scared

so fearful,  deceived …by the

skewed perceptions

perceived self-transgressions while

weighted down with

pain, sorrow, protection

and woes

till the veil thins enough

and our senses implode

Oh shit, oh my, what did I do

in my darkness…  to myself,

i was sorrowfully untrue

i could, should, would have spoken

up and desisted

when to my own soul utterings 

I resisted.

(deep breath)

I come now…

to this place…

covered by source’s redeeming grace

in the depth of the is’ness’

tis naught but mundane murky business

of this temporal  human experience

little to do with our innate soul’s brilliance

shanti shaharazade