~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Limited editions

I am finally listening, not just hearing my voice, since I made the choice, to let myself in.

The past cannot hurt me anymore, as I carefully uncover, relics from these places I discover, buried deep within my history.

Some of the map was written in overwhelming pain, and although it has gone and I recognise that sorrow, it can feel like I am looking through an old window, without acknowledging how much I have changed along the way.

I am no longer the one under suspicion, whose fingerprints were dusted at every dramatic scene, I am now a V.I.P in this front row seat, marvelling at each of my limited editions.

I cannot perfectly replicate anything that disipated, within the impermanent confines, of a fragile and finite time, that is reset to the beginning on every fresh blank page.

So I will give you a glimpse, of how my nephews only met their great-grandma once before she died, while her love filled thirty six years of my life, which I have missed ever since.

From my youngest edition, through every milestone she was here for, I became aware one day there would be no more, until I understood the gift I had been given.

As I try to stay true, in recording memories before they fade, I am distracted by navigating today, and living this latest version of me that is currently being produced.

We are all limited editions, always growing, even without knowing, under variable conditions.

We are one-of-a-kind, and with courage I believe we will keep finding, countless treasures that are hidden inside, every reflective human mind.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Transcendence of fortune

There seems to be,
a perpetual belief,
that we have to spend,
all of our energy,
earning a currency,
that is traded,
for our right to exist.

Actually,
we are all miracles,
and even when it is difficult,
being a being,
you see, we were not built,
to be controlled by a system,
as we are really,
only supposed to live,
and to learn,
and to love for free.

Any one of us,
could become homeless tomorrow,
through no fault of our own,
if the place that pays us,
is forced to close down,
when the rental costs,
are struggling to be found.

Oh, I can try telling you,
how it felt to,
see a brother or sister,
wrapped in a sleeping bag,
alone on the ground,
one cold night this Winter,
in the middle of this small town.

It was a Monday,
and I was amazed,
by such extreme lives,
because mere steps away,
across the road,
warmed underneath an outdoor heater,
a lively group sat together,
enjoying their woodfired pizza.

Now we have reached,
my most painful part of this story,
honestly, I have realised,
many times lately,
that soul could be me.

This job I had worked was my dream,
that lasted four months,
casually,
fulfilling my passion and was for years,
what I had studied at university,
then suddenly,
my hours were gone,
and so was all of my saved money.

It is simply good luck,
that I am surrounded by so much love,
and that the generosity,
of people close to me,
has ensured I always have enough.

I do not have the answers,
but I know every one of us matters,
beyond what we can afford,
compassion and giving what you can,
to your fellow humans,
can help us all stand.

The truth is if you are comfortable,
and protected against the struggle,
you have no reason for things to change,
but if you are barely balancing,
between poverty and just getting by,
you cannot deny the inequality.

It is not easy for any of us being,
so please,
no matter how it seems,
remember you are priceless,
and if you keep planting the right seeds,
your opportunity to thrive,
will come by,
serendipitously.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Volume up

My younger self, always sang in the shower, and when my world was so unpredictable, it made me feel more powerful. Until one day a visitor, who overheard me, said that my voice, sounded off key. Even now that memory, makes me instinctively, tone myself down. Since then, I have been afraid, to make any, wrong sound.

With you I seem to be, living at the highest frequency, and flowing through life, almost completely blissful. And even when I lose a beat, or go out of tune, please promise me, you will keep our volume turned up. To be truly heard by you every day, is beyond enough. So turn our volume up. Tell me, my love, is our volume up?

One year I threw a party, decorations hung and beautiful food was made, I patiently waited, and nobody came. I had been a perfect guest, at every event, I had been invited to, to celebrate them. And even now, that memory has made me, instinctively, tone myself down. Since that night, I have felt invisible, so I try not to, even make a sound.

But with you I seem to be, living at the highest frequency, and flowing through life, almost completely blissful. And even when we lose a beat, or go out of tune, you keep our volume turned up, Baby.

I know it is true, that for years you, have been turned down too, and that nothing can bring back, all of your words, that were never heard. But like me, I see it makes you strive, to keep our volume turned up, because Darling, let us be honest, we have both been silent, for long enough.

So just imagine, if we each keep the volume of our love turned up, nothing is going to stop us. As we live louder together, this is the loudest way, I know how to say, you are my always and forever.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

To celebrate the 14th birthday of mytimewithyou.com.au on 4th August 2023, I share this new piece as post 200, in recognition of where we have come from, where we are now, and where we are going. Stay true, beautiful soul. Keep searching and alight your own way there. Love always, Danielle

Welcome, wanderer

Welcome, wanderer. I see you found your way, with your own song to sing, about the reasons that you came here. We cannot change the past, so let us let the paths behind us, stay where they belong, in yesterday and for now allow our faith to remain and come what may. Yeah, come what may. To Lord, I pray, you never wonder, wander too far away, from your truth.

When we look back on life, will we remember every fight or count the celebrations? What about all of the nights, we cried out loud in pain, or from those sweet sweetest sensations? Welcome, wanderer. For now let us allow our faith to remain as we sing, come what may, oh come what may, because I heard you pray to the Lord, that I will not worry about you wandering too far away, from our truth.

There’s no sense in fighting or crying. Let us celebrate. Here we are together and I will never get tired of feeling those sweet sweet sensations like we shared today. We cannot change the past, so let us let the paths behind us, stay where they belong, in yesterday and for now allow our faith to remain and come what may.

Tonight I whispered, come what may. To Lord, I pray for your safety, as I watched you slowly wander away. It is true, I will always wonder where we will be when we unite again.

Until then, I bid a warm farewell, to you. Stay true, brave wanderer.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski

~ Written by Danielle N Bilski ~

Character composition

I remember, when my heart was torn, from my chest, then given back to me. It was a mess.

I carried it, very carefully, with both hands. It is beating rapidly and feels so heavy.

After everything inside has been shaken, some rearranging is the only way, to heal the devastation, that is done when our centre has been taken.

I know you are hiding, behind the resilience, and I understand why, because whenever I feel like, I am not safe, I also wear a mask to protect my light.

I have realised, we are all temporary compositions, of energy in constant transition, and every character we are is crafted, to fulfil the Creator’s perfect vision.

We find our true strength, within our shared vulnerability, and that can only make sense, once you have travelled the entire length, of your assigned human journey.

We were all made, to grow both with joy and through pain, before we return home, to the kind of love we came from.

©2023 Danielle N Bilski