3rd Eye

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As I wait for you to find,

Valor, and peace of mind.

I find my own courage true,

Waiting like I do for you.

Facing demon and lonely night,

Tears will fall in religious rite.

I made friends of enemies,

Saying prayers, while on my knees.

Dreaming of your chest I lay,

Longing comfort only you purvey.

Realizing when eyes were blurred,

That destruction happens, before the third.

Strength is gathered from all ashes,

Clarity comes in sparkling flashes.

Understanding now like I do,

That it was all meant to debut:

Our courage and straightened spine,

Self-respect, and eye-bright shine.

You give me hope and life renewed,

But also taught a new world viewed.

I don’t detest, but love you more,

Forever grateful, I do adore.

 

~m

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I spoke my truth.

A war, I waged.

Defending ghosts,

From a guilded cage.

 

Seeker of lost cause

Lace heart made of glass.

My own sword I bled,

For naught and impasse.

 

Lessons learned,

Deep and profound.

Resistance will clamber,

In chaos you’ll drown.

 

Hind sight will show

How flipped magnets repel.

And how crazy chases

Down spiral stairwells.

 

Nothing happens

Until it is time.

Birth, death or love,

The Universe paradigm.

 

 

~m

Aware

I feel you thinking of me

Unexpectedly, Regarding, Wondering

Your wandering mind…

Sitting alone, In darken spaces

Tiptoed into you mind.

I’m not entirely sure

You’re even aware

But here I sit,

By your side

Summoned to the silence of a memory

~m

Never Forgotten

Note that many Seasons have turn,

As second hand sticks, have grown dizzy,

Stuck in time.

And now, there are lines plowed,

At the corner of Trade and Main,

They once were paved .

Those streets.

Now cracked by millions of smiles.

Also, a few tears.

We’ve both gathered flames, since last we spoke.

But somehow, those flames,

Lost their dance on the crowded plateaus.

Oh, time, that fiendish mute!

Stalking, stealing, and brands me a slave as I continue my wait.

You must have missed your train?

Maybe from the cracked streets?

Or maybe time, stole you away.

But for me, as I tell it now:

You are never forgotten.

How could you be?

Even in edges of thoughts,

Though they might have developed sepia and yellow,

I will always think of you on this day.

This is the day.

These are the memories.

And I will crack another street remembering.

~m

Coming Home

There came a little nudge.

At first just a tingle,

Starting in that long forgotten, aperture of my mind.

 

Aging quickly here in my ordinary encephalon jungle.

The illuminating truth

Independently hijacks my stagnation

 

A flooding brightness of a third-eye.

The tingle now growing electric

Opens and awakes

 

The power of enchantment

The ignition of ancient stars,

Who flirt and wink to one another

Across the infinity of gods,

share their foregone secrets

They gift to us.

 

I now have knowledge

A legacy-

A sight.

The air that flows inside me,

giving me precious life

also gave life to primeval creatures before,

and will give existence to all that will ever be.

 

Their love, gave me my love.

And my love will give the future love.

We all are one.

From beginning, to end.

We have always existed and will always be.

 

The twinge, now growing vital

with the rhythm of my blood.

Expands my soul

Climbing

Accelerating

past possible bellows.

Gilding my veins with ancient magic.

 

He is coming home.

I feel it,

I feel him.

I know it as truth, and tremble.

 

My Divine is coming home.

 

~m

Rebirth of a Warrior

Modestly, I have to come to acknowledge:

I am a woman.

 

But more,

I am a soul in a human form.

Inside I glow.

Though I have been rent in-two with my birth

Exposing

I am an Empress

Tendered with abundant, arcane knowledge.

 

But also, I am an Emperor.

Father of myself

No longer ignoring my intuition.

Ruling my chosen path.

 

And finally accepting: it is not a sole journey

But it is one, we all travel alone.

For I am a soul, traveling wholly

for the sake of love.

Self-love

To collect inside

Awareness of the Divine.

 

Within my arms,

You will find a hidden strength

Constructed from love

Mastered by heartache.

My courage has been forged by fear

My persistence established from failure

 

I am born of stars

Always meant to light the way,

To find my union again

 

The daughter of God,

I am saved by grace.

The sister of earth,

It is mine to protect and cherish.

And Eternal mother to all,

For love is what saves me in the end.

 

Yes, I am a woman.

But I am also you.

 

~m

 

 

Breathing

It’s called breathing

But in the intellectual sense.

 

Our lives are a series of up and downs.

Hills of highs

Canyons of lows.

You come together for the highs.

Falling apart for the lows

Only to come together again to climb.

Learning that you will let go, again.

In. Out. In. Out.

Breathing.

 

Each time you heal, you make room for more ‘air’.

Growing. Ascending.

Shrinking. Humbling.

Each growing season gives room for joy.

To make room as you exhale for sorrow

To balance for a winter rest.

 

So next time you hear, breathe.

Think balance.

Full circle.

Each revolution

Each gain

Each loss

Each rebirth

Each death

It all fertilizes our spiritual bodies

It gives us purpose

To awaken more

 

It’s life

It’s the gateway to transforming.

It’s breathing.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

Beyond Realms of Scars

Tell me what lies beneath in the realms of the not awake,

And of my forgotten scars of despairing heartache.

Those that are hidden deep and shielded inside,

Injuries gorged sanguinary, those that gape endlessly wide.

But yet those beasties embed often indelibly,

Their memories used often, and as foreign weaponry.

Broken records that mean to skip in the same root scratch,

Keep our ghost alive, so they can strike the torturing match.

Conserving me secured, in a living but numb hell,

Not knowing if its the agony or the acrid smell.

While remembering a touch from the one….

                                  that still burns my skin.

Along with the hurts that lay larva, their new life itching to begin.

Deformed am I in anguish, letting the hopeless bugs crawl,

Crawling out of the cracks of sorrow, I watch helplessly in awe.

Resisting transformation to a beautiful broken creature,  but I will succumb,

For it is inevitable, even as I hide, that I will triumph but regretfully overcome.

 

 

~m