
Poetry has a way of whispering truths that everyday language cannot reach. It dances around meaning, revealing the essence of things not by direct statement, but by suggestion, metaphor, and rhythm. I’ve always loved how poetry – and song – can say everything by saying almost nothing. Like the classic track “How Long Has This Been Going On?” by Ace. The title alone evokes a betrayal, without ever naming it.
For years, I wrote poetry prolifically. Hundreds of pieces poured through me. But during my nomadic healing journey, I let them all go. Recently, I’ve begun reclaiming that part of myself – attending poetry groups, writing new verses, and rediscovering the joy of spontaneous creation.
✨ The Magic of Free Writing
There’s something extraordinary about writing without judgement. When I let words flow freely, I often don’t understand them at first. But later, I read them back and think – wow, that really means something. It’s as if soul, psyche, and the unseen parts of self have spoken through the pen.
Poetry gives these inner voices space to emerge. It’s not about making sense. As my poetry facilitator says: “Poetry isn’t meant to make sense!” It’s about resonance, emotion, and revelation.
🌀 How to Weave Poetry into Your Spiritual Practice
You don’t need to be a poet to begin. Many groups offer prompts – like “things we don’t say”- to spark your writing. You can find prompts online or simply choose a theme that calls to you.
The key is to write without editing. Don’t polish while you create. That’s like Rodin trying to refine his sculpture before carving the stone. First, let the raw form emerge. Later, if you wish, you can refine. But often, I don’t edit at all. My poems and songs arrive whole, vibrating with their own truth. Over-editing can fragment the energy and dilute the soul of the piece.
Let it flow. Let it surprise you.
🌙 Poetry as Therapy
Poetry can be deeply therapeutic. It taps directly into the subconscious. At a recent workshop, I uncovered a profound insight about my father’s death – something I hadn’t fully processed until the words emerged.
Below is a poem I wrote during that session. It’s raw, real, and revealing. I share it here so you can feel its essence – and perhaps reflect on your own journey.
🕊️ The Feather
Poem The Feather by (c) Jelila 19 Nov 2025, All Rights Reserved. Ubud
Everything changed when my father died
You flew you through a state of ecstasy and left me here
With my head under the bunk bed mattress twisted wires in my ear, the turquoise orange diamond pattern –
Explaining to my little brother how you were no longer here
The weight that dropped like a feather and then floated up, up, into the floated essence of a song – free – the loudest song – the song of my heart – and in the dance, the movement, the walking – the New York pavement with my shoes patting on them –
The sharp suit I found and bought on the pavement outside the ‘A train’ line.
I also found a bronze and silver pyramid brooch with cool gods and vases dangling – your Nemesis was my Artemis –
I went up, I went up
I had thought the boulder of you was mine, all mine, to carry and solve and now I realise…
The Rock dropped, the boulder fell – You dropped it actually – and I never thanked you for that
What followed the ‘mattress ear moment’ was the long journey in the sleek black car
My stockinged legs black, elegant and smooth, kicking an impatient rhythm
My black and caramel checked swirl skirt elegant – and the only thing I could bear to wear on this day – not funereal enough perhaps – but comfortable and warm
All the eyes were on us – everyone looked in through the glass.
It was like we were in an elevator of doom
Me, my mother, my boyfriend, brother, sister
A glass room of doom – all eyes on us
And then inside the non-descript ceremonial place was some kind of ceremony, I don’t remember…
Hot tears running unexpressed down the back of my throat, taking the easy way out, as they had all during my childhood
I just remember the vases outside mounted on the wall. Flowers for my dad – and other unrelated families all milling around – trying to find their own flowers – madness
I was shocked! They didn’t even buy him a grave! oh no!
They justified it later by scattering his ashes on his fishing lake – oh right
But now I get it – as the stone falls, the thread breaks – and the white feather suddenly floats inexplicably upwards, I feel, so lightly…
…that forbidden feeling, that I haven’t noticed or allowed.
That same feeling I keep noticing in my life, in my physical endeavours – it’s there.
It goes, it’s back, I feel relief, I feel stress – like a tide
Now I know why.
I let go the rock –
I latch on to the feather –
I float free –
Feeling – relief
Poem The Feather by (c) Jelila 19 Nov 2025, All Rights Reserved. Ubud
🎶 A Vibrational Library of Songs
From my poetry came song. One poem asked to be sung, so I picked up my guitar – and now I’ve written over 200 songs. Each one is recorded, even if just a rough version. You can explore them on my Bandcamp site. These 40+ albums chart my spiritual and emotional journey. I often play them for clients, choosing vibrations that match their healing path. It’s a beautiful, living, resonant archive of vibrational transformation!
🌟 Invitation: Bring Poetry Into Your Life
How might poetry help you access your deeper knowing? Could it become a sacred tool in your spiritual practice?
If you’re in Bali and would like to join a poetry event, just message me – I’d love to bring you along.
If you feel called to explore your subconscious through inspired creativity, I offer transformational healing sessions that include poetry, art, live your dreams curation and creation, and vibrational song. Just Message me at the number below to set up a session – it can be remote and online – let’s get your dreams started!
With love,
Jelila🌿

🌟About Jelila
Jelila is a visionary soul mentor, and visual artist, author of 10 books and 40 albums of healing music. Her work has appeared at The Four Seasons, The Westin, and REVĪVŌ. She was honoured with TripAdvisor’s Travellers’ Choice Award – top 10% of global experiences.
📞 Contact
To book your session or learn more, visit:
– Website: jelila.com
– Email: jelila@jelila.com
– WhatsApp: +6281339561271
– Instagram: Online_Healer
– LinkedIn: Jelila
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