{"id":57,"date":"2026-04-07T21:52:37","date_gmt":"2026-04-07T21:52:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/lionesspoetry.art\/silverstorm\/"},"modified":"2026-06-12T20:00:23","modified_gmt":"2026-06-12T20:00:23","slug":"silverstorm","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/lionesspoetry.art\/en\/","title":{"rendered":"Front Page"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Where the soul roars through every word.<\/h2>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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Some things demand to be expressed. They wait. They knock. They clear their throat politely... and sometimes, usually when no one expects it, they roar. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Lionesspoetry was born from the desire to give these things a home. A space where they can breathe, without expectations, without the obligation to explain themselves.  <\/strong><\/p>\n

As a Spoken Word Artist, author and the person who makes conversations come alive, Aspa Sia moves between stage and silence, between feeling and thought... and occasionally between too many notebooks and a very patient cup of tea. <\/strong><\/p>\n

Her mission is to create moments where the unspoken finally gets to breathe. Just words. Just space. And the magic that happens when the two meet.<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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Let the beauty of what you love be what you do<\/h2>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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Words that refuse to sit still. Performative texts and inspiring performances \u2014 with rhythm, presence and the courage to say what needs to be said.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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Thoughts that grew too big for the mind and found their way onto the page. Whether poetry that gets under your skin or stories that won't let you go. I create words that live between stage and paper. Sometimes both at onc<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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In Conversation<\/h4>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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Conversations that land. Moderation with sensitivity, warmth and the ability to open spaces where people dare to be real.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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Own your Voice<\/h4>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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For those who sense there is still something waiting inside them. Creative guidance for people who are ready to give their voice, their thoughts and their expression the space they deserve.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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Not courses in the traditional sense. More like invitations into the corners and hidden places of your own experience. Carried by word, voice and feeling. And by the belief that genuine connection moves something in us that simply isn't possible alone.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you<\/h2>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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A book project currently lives somewhere between thoughts, lines and the first written pages.<\/p>\n

A poetic novel about the beauty and weight of life About love, loss, longing and the quiet hope that sometimes slips in between, just when you least expect it.<\/p>\n

A story about trusting that everything comes in its own time. That life is not a mistake to be corrected, but a growth that finds its own way. Sometimes quietly. Sometimes with full force.<\/p>\n

A story to sink into, to feel deeply, to pause with. For those who believe they have lost something. For those who are searching without quite knowing what for. And for those who come to realise that some things must leave, so that something new can find its place. That this is not failure. But transformation.<\/p>\n

Honest, profound and with that particular kind of humor that leaves even the heaviest moments something deeply human.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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I wish I could show you,\n
when you are lonely or in darkness,\n
the astonishing light of your own Being!<\/h2>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n
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Between stage, words and encounters, moments are created that often make you feel more than they can ever explain.<\/p>\n

Every encounter carries its own energy: sometimes loud, sometimes quiet, sometimes full of questions and sometimes full of answers that only make sense later. Whether on stage, in workshops or in personal coaching, every coming together holds the possibility to move something, to open something, or to discover something anew.<\/p>\n

These are spaces for expression, reflection and honest encounter. Spaces where people come closer to themselves, find new perspectives and sometimes discover words for what has long had no place.<\/p>\n

Because some encounters don't just live in the moment they resonate on many levels long after.<\/p>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n

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