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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Divine Timing

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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

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

~For John

When I say- I love you.

I don’t say it to save you.

                                                                                                                 -I say it to destroy myself-

The old self,

The restricted self,

And my intolerant self.

I say those words-

Not because of you,

                                                                                                         -I say it to awaken-

To be reborn,

Leaning on self acceptance,

For my ascension to my providence.

 

But it is because of you-

That I now glow from within from the light of stars.

                                                                                                   -And because of  you-

 I will arise as a warrior worthy of love.

~m

 

Fledgling

Gift from My Love Completed by kamillyonsiya

(Gift from My Love by kamillyonsiya on Deviant Art)

 

 

Oh mockingbird- why do you laugh,

With forlorn magic under your hat?

The universe spirals the wheel of spoils,

Yet your quills write love-songs, teased with coil.

Hide beneath your feathers, those rare rainy jewels.

They’re tiny glittering teardrops, of hopeful fairy dew.

Do you see me, or do you foretell my mimicking potential?

Of loving him forever,  for knowing him is consequential.

His elegant smile- opens my great fortress of shade.

And pulls forgotten blooms forward: creating abundance of wildflower glades.

He makes me fly with kind words, and not flattery.

Collecting twigs for his nest, I am his home, eternally.

 

 

~m

Imbue

I’m never not looking or waiting for you:

 

Bold crickets serenade the watching moon,

And I think of you.

Gentle breezes lift tiny curls on my crown,

And I feel your understanding touch.

The smell of the first heavy raindrops from a frantic summer storm,

And I taste the charged flavor of you.

 

You dance with all my unseen senses through nature,

And instinctively I open my lungs, my mind, and my heart.

Absorbing the tenderness of my emotion,

Swallowing your sentiment.

I no longer curse the subtle connections,

That tether us, not allowing desuetude of soul.

 

Come to me my love:

In animal song, in playful breeze and in savory rolling thunder.

Breathe into me inspiration.

Evoke and awaken forgotten connection,

Submerge me away with abstract hope ever so gently.

Believe.

The warmth of the sun holds the golden glitter of our hearts,

That innocent children delight and color their worlds in.

 

~m