I was born in the spring but
I have a winter soul.
I am in love with cold and snow.
My blood runs hot.
I was born in the spring but
I have a winter soul.
I am in love with cold and snow.
My blood runs hot.
There are soul matters at work here
You do not yet
Comprehend.
Have faith.
Welcome peace within and without
As you breathe,
With every thought
And each step.
Wonder awaits your discovery.
Love is only bound by the restrictions you believe and create.
It is up to you how
To proceed and when you
Wish to take responsibility for
Your own
Mind and heart.
Sunrise held on to
Her gold
And silver hues
Mighty well this morning,
Until
Bursting forth with the power of
her glorious light,
All else relented and bowed
Upon her return.
Warmth and brilliance now
Bathe my body and dance with my soul.
In the quiet hours,
When magic flows and
Shadows are full,
We lie untroubled.
Hushed heartbeats pure, gentle and full.
Arms embracing wholly
Sacredness of the soul,
And share secrets
Unuttered in the
Deep.
I am tending to my Angel wings.
They refuse to do their part.
They have left me cold and stranded,
Left me weeping in my heart.
They are tattered and worn.
They are bloodied and torn.
They were not this way
On the day I was born.
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I see your Angel wings are tattered.
I see that they are worn.
I hear your weeping heart
And I want to keep you warm.
I know your soul is weary.
What if I told you mine is weary too?
We could both try together
To mend a tear or two.
We can find a strength in each other
That knows no distance,
Knows no time.
We will find a strength together
And again we will fly.
Again with stronger wings,
Again with shiny souls,
Again with beating hearts
When we have patched up all the
Holes.
@*choleintodiamonds* originally posted December 2013
When I Move,
When I dance, sing or speak,
I am all countries
And language recalls the root of one.
I am the beauty of the stillness in every flowing moment,
More than
A galaxy believed to be contained
And constructed in the mind.
For music
Is
Soul speak
And rhythm
Is the
Universal ancestral beat
Echoing
From the beginning to the future existing beyond.
More than mere cosmos conception.
Hear it. Be.
Infinite resonation.
Alternate celestial awakenings.
Harmonious cell vibration.
Close your eyes and become.
Welcome ascension.
Untethered.
They snuggled in close as could be;
Tangled.
Turning away
She buried her face in the blanket.
Hidden.
To her
He whispered softly,
“It‘s okay to cry you know.”
She lifted her gaze to his,
“But i am so afraid,
So fearful i will drown in myself.
That i will be so ugly to you.”
And in his eyes she felt his reply,
“Let yourself go.
You think you will drown
But this is where you become yourself,
Where
You are more.
I felt your soulshine upon arrival here. Birth.
Radiate.
Nourish.
This is how the roots are hydrated my
Love, and this is where one
Flourishes,
In the letting go.”
You have tied yourself
Securely
To the anger and hate of the
Past.
Proudly you stand
Wearing it like a badge of
Honor.
But,
If you look around you will see
You remain completely still.
Unchanged.
You must cut the chords.
It is the only way to fly.
Soar above and transcend.
Then you will realize
Peace and love are always in you.
Do not let these ideas of
Who you think you should be
Fix the parameters of you.
You are more than who you try to
Create.
You are infinite.
There are
No words
Or ideas
Which define
Your
Soul.
*originally published June 2015 @*cholintodiamonds*
So many
Break their own heart, mind and
Bones to fit in a box
Just to feel loved,
While their soul
Is free
Coaxing and loving them still,
“Come with me come with me.”
On your lips
I taste wonder.
Show me
Everywhere you have been
In the language of
The soul,
For we both know this
When
All else
Cannot be translated;
The soul speaks it all
And smiles in comprehension
Knowing.