Does Your Heart Need Persuading?
Sometimes you can only understand a soul’s worth by touching someone. Inspiring them in some way to know then that they are awake and listening. Not just listening but also understanding. Not just understanding but putting to action. Not just putting to action but inspiring others. Do you dream in black and white or color?
Poetry holds my hand as I let my soul pour out, and soak into the sand beneath my feet. The peek of your existence is upon you. Your umbilical cord is trying to pull you back to where you were created. Though most wear life on their sleeve, many wear costumes that come to life and consume them. Be true. Know thy self.
Aspire to inspire. Put out the hearts you see on fire. Give peace to souls. Pull them out of the water, when they don’t know how to swim. Empower people within. I see all things in my dreams. Whether you believe it or not, they come true. Trust in yourself. Do what you say. Strive to evolve. Knowledge is the way. Take action, but always listen to your heart.
It all circles back to our bones.
The hand comes out of the mountain.
Ribbons around the mind.
Bare bones.
Fingers around time.
I am a queen of wands,
And I am not afraid to use my power for good.
Onward go my hands in empowerment. My mouth shall pour forth all the secrets of Wisdom and Counsel. After those days in places where I had seen that which is hidden. Wisdom my Mother, Counsel my Father. My Mother had borne me towards the west. There mine eyes saw the secrets to become. You shall rouse Wisdom from her throne, so she may break forth as a lioness from her lair, and as ravenous Hyenas among their flocks. So open is the door. Have you hands to receive?
Be in the light of the sun, but do not forget the moon, for you are of the earth and persuaded by both. Bath in the light of the moon and she will revive you when you are weak. Baste in the light of the sun and you will prevail still. Retrieving what you seek.
Those who worship their egos will perish in the abyss of psychosis. Leviathan who dwells in the depth of the ocean, Behemoth resting in the waste will come for those who lay in ruin. Salvaging what’s left I gather the broken and the lame. Teaching to retrain the mind.
The world has a long way to go and I am searching continuously, but closer I get to the smell of all things universal. I inhale and breathe a new. I inhale and exhale truth. I am the living presence of all things. My conscious and existence is proof that all things are possible. All things are relative, all things sacred.
We are naked in the eyes of the universe. We can only hide for a time, but will always be found of our true nature. I have no room for guilt anymore. So I buried it with the past. I am looking forward. I am looking at you. Your eyes sparkle and glitter when I speak your name.
Come and be light with me. Apart we are only a whisper in the world, but together a pillar. Pull me close. Wrap me in your strength. Embrace me with your presence. Let us be one and strong. Let us empower the young and old. Let us give and in return receive in abundance the fruits of our labor.
1 comment:
Excellent, the style is quite evocative, and the content is much richer than most of your earlier work. The experiences you are having in your travels are enriching your art!
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