Words and thoughts manifest
A magic spell.
I sing;
Seeds light upon my lips,
Dipsersing from within to float on the wind.
Landing where the may as I dance on my way to a destination unknown.
I will do my best
To speak in tongues of beauty
And love.
Words and thoughts manifest
A magic spell.
I sing;
Seeds light upon my lips,
Dipsersing from within to float on the wind.
Landing where the may as I dance on my way to a destination unknown.
I will do my best
To speak in tongues of beauty
And love.
She entered the dark night of her soul willingly.
Alone.
Now her spark and
unwavering light
she has become,
Emerging unshakable.
She became the stillness.
They can say whatever they wish as
It is all in their minds.
And these words of breath,
They disappear uppon utterance
Only held in the space of the mind if one so wishes.
So
Release
And find peace in
The being
Of
Self;
Holy.
And in these hours,
I cannot put feelings and thoughts into mere words;
Only tears remain.
Do not let them cage you with their words.
Our souls know the true beauty of our hearts
And minds.
Settle into the depths where there are no definitions
And observe that some are merely acting and repeating what they have been told is truth without thinking
While remaining disconnected from their own
Truth;
Their own love.
We are all merely finding our way back
However and whenever;
Immersed in the great design.
Love is light.
As our mere breath can flutter the flame,
So we affect those around us
With our words and actions;
Choose consciously these things.
Some will see the beautiful light of another soul,
Who loves unhidden,
And they will be consumed by self,
Pointing out and focusing only on the shadows cast.
Do not be disheartened for they themselves are in A dark place and have not looked within Themselves to see their own beautiful light.
Keep shining ;
Keep loving unattached to their words and definitions.
Do not remain trapped in a human mind made prison.
You are enough as are they.
You have always been free.
You are free.
Listen to heartbeats,
Soulspeak.
We are all fluent in this language ,
That which the world keeps trying to drown out with artificial noise.
Be still.
Listen.
As she was talking of herself,
Telling stories of the past,
She realized fully how
All these memories overflowing with emotions that at the time were so big and real,
Are moments long gone.
They are just words now.
Paint on a canvas to create a picture
For the listener of her
Life.
I have been on a journey
To get a light infusion.
You see this all
Is just an illusion;
The body,
The words
Merely confusing the mind.
Leaving us
Believing the clock
Harnesses time,
That it is all on
One line.
Mixed up emotions.
Thinking we are strange.
Making man made concoctions
Keeping us sleepy and disturbed.
The
Dull ache;
Alone.
Feigning sanity, insanity and all
That is in between.
It is all relative but some refuse to see beyond.
Walking on a tightrope listening
To the echoes of the tick and the tock.
Frozen in fear. Frozen in shock.
Forgetting all the life they have got.
Gratitude gifts latitude.
Awareness creates limitless possibilities.
*originally posted May 2018@*cholintodimonds*
There are lists people make,
All of these qualities and qualifications
That define
What makes a “strong” person.
I laugh at those words,
If you wake every morning and live
And that is all you feel you have the strength to do,
You are strong.
Period.
We are each strong in our big, beautiful,
Human way.