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Divinity Entombed

Entrance to Sousse catacombs flooded with light

In the morning you look like every other
sinner, makeup smeared, hair unkempt,
heart heavy with the bloody dawn of forgiveness

For last you went to Sunday School
the preacher warned, “Remember,
everyone’s a sinner”, even 10-year-old
girls with pigtails and lofty dreams,

and you swallowed hard again the accusation
cloaked in kindness, accepting the wafer with a
clutching sense of panic that hell
might befall you if you do partake, and
most especially if you don’t

Heaven became a destination,
a sought-after paradise unobtainable
amidst your sureness that there is no
eternal story, your suspicion that even you
might not be real

And in this darkness welled a great sorrow,
a longing which cried to fling itself to freedom,
in this solitude laid a song, mimicking
the mournful wail of birds at dawn

Beneath skin stretched translucent,
intertwined with bone and sinew,
muscles, fat, and pulsing organs
deep within the essence of you, lies the
realness that you seek, the ghostly ghastly
spirit soul, your divinity entombed

Go now, and wrestle free from your human skin,
allow the light of your eternal being to permeate
the darkness of your soul

©SpiritLed 2014


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The Healing Parts

The healing parts are mighty and wild,
careening through the dark mind,
simultaneously passive and angry,
they take you over, consume your soul.

They hunger for affection, else they grow
a life of their own, they thrive on tenderness,
else they join together to conquer
their demons with your pain.

The healing parts want to survive,
as the soul writhing in the night.
They are displaced and dissociated,
and only love returns them home,
validation of their realness,
so they may quench their fires,
no longer reduce you to ashes from the
inside out.

The healing parts are us,
and we, them. We are the parts
we buried deep so long ago, the voice
silenced and the voice raging, the broken, fragile,
lonely, fearful, hurting, hating parts.  We are healing
and we are real.

©SpiritLed 2014


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Birth Day

In a parlor plain and
solemn, a small crowd huddles
Tomorrow I celebrate
one more year, today
I attend my friend’s
final life celebration

Funerals produce in me
a subtle sense of asphyxiation
and I sit in the quiet chapel,
in this room full of acquaintances
and strangers, barely breathing
for fear I might explode
into unending tears

But the moon rising in my heart
speaks of fullness and cycles,
and creates in me a curious juxtaposition

and a shift happens, a veil lifts to reveal
awareness that death is life anew,
that as one celebrates birth
another now possesses a freedom
that earthly souls can only imagine

Rest in Peace, my friend,
and also my yesterday self,
for today we both start anew
and tomorrow as well,

fulfilled in the knowledge
that neither death nor birth
signify an end or a beginning

but rather each day is a new path
in our personal eternity,
one more step in the journey
of Divine life

© SpiritLed 2014


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When Silence Ends

When, as a child, did you play happily
by the stream, and come singing home,
passionately sharing your adventures,
only for the beloveds to tell you, “Quiet!”

And when, in your classes, did you
confidently speak your truth, answer
their questions, paint your construction
paper masterpiece,  and the trusteds told you,
“It’s not good enough.”

And when did you feel the whisper of spirit
in your soul, gently guiding you on your way,
and you shared, and they laughed?

And when did you stop listening, painting, writing, speaking, trusting? 

And when will you decide that the darkness has
lasted too long, that the  passion of a new day
can no longer wait, lest  you tear free from your
own skin where you’ve been confined all these years?

That stumbling across stones and briars,
feet cut and bleeding, is preferable to the safe
and righteous path, where no pain, in fact
nothing at all, makes cuts into your soul?

When will you decide that fear of words
without real meaning will no longer be the
prison walls that demand freedom of the captor?

And when will you stoke the flames, when will you once
again tend to the spark, blow the breath of life into
the still-smoldering ashes, collect the branches and
twigs that have fallen in your path, burn them on
your altar, and fuel the dawning of reclaimed light?

© SpiritLed 2014


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Shhh

I intended to post this here to begin with, but messed up.  Still getting used to being back, and there are changes to WordPress since I’ve been away that are tripping me up a bit as well. Anyway, I went to reblog it and accidentally reblogged it to my blog too. LOL…so I’m posting it here too.  I WILL get used to this again. :)

Shhh

 

Amid the silence

Soft whispers of wind

Soothe my restless soul


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The shade of Time

Théoule Sur Mer

Théoule Sur Mer

Snow melted down on Théoule,
But the sea seems cool – no swell -.
After another defeated night,
I regret the sweetest feast.

Was damaged by the shade of Time ;
You all, inanimate objects,
What has become of my soul ?
On that bad galley, I row !

And I need the sea breeze,
Otherwise, I foam and boil with rage
Like a sailor lost in town,
Prisoner of a servile life.

Give me now the sun warmin’
My skin, and like a dragonfly,
I will fly near the water sources
And wish I never bow again !

February, the 24th


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Time to say good-bye

awake
in darkness
time
unknown

eye-lids heavy
senses not
awakened

but I see you
at the end of
my bed

wake my body
wake my mind
am I dreaming

I will not
accept
death

you are here
we do have
today
tomorrow
the day
after

have you really
been taken
from me

your silhouette
shimmers
before me
unmoving

only
outstretched
hand

elegiac
I am not
scared

I smile
whispery tears
fall
from my eyes
and touch my cheeks

has life been
so cruel
to take you away
to leave me
alone

have you gone?

you gaze
upon me
blurred
yet
translucent

real

smiling
reaching out

if I rise
come to you
will my body
liquefy
into yours

I want to reach out
touch my finger tips
to yours once more

where shall
you take me

are you asking
me to be with you
for eternity

to be cradled
in your arms
as before

I shall
join your
shadow in the
darkness
of early morn

my stomach knots
I do not fight

your strength is
what
I need

make contact
let me feel
your touch

my life is
nothing without
you

I will join you
I shall melt
into the image
I see before me

I shall once more
hear your voice
feel your soft breath
against
my brow

I will join you
don’t fade
wait for me

wait


Having Soul

Where is our soul?
Keepers of abstraction,
we wonder what it looks like.
Does it have a shape, a texture, size?
What determines its boundaries?
It requires faith to know I have a soul.
I cannot see it.
Inside I know the rush of emotion.
No.
I have been told it lives in me.
Yes?
I recognize it in others,
just not me.


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New Writing Prompt:- Listen, Pick and Write!

New writing prompt-

1. Listen to your favorite song.

2. Pick a phrase or two, a line or many lines, from the song.

3. Write a poem including those phrases/lines.

Here is mine-

Song:- Way back into love by Sabrina from the movie Music and Lyrics

Phrase/Line:- I know it is out there, there is gotta be something for my soul somewhere…

Something out there…

I find myself wandering around

with no aim or goal in mind,

with the knowledge that

there is something out there,

there is gotta be something

for my soul somewhere,

that would bring me

the faith I so desire,

that would set it alright.

I find myself hoping

that it is out there

for my soul somewhere.


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Trying Fibonacci Poetry!

The

free

soul moves

amidst the

frightening truths of

the dark gruesome reality.

Writing fibonacci poetry is quite simple, you just have to count the no. of syllables. I think you are familiar with fibonacci series, so the no. of syllables in every line of the poem corresponds with the fibonacci series.

e.g.- For a 6 line poem,

I LINE- 1 syllable

II LINE- 1 syllable

III LINE- 2 syllables

IV LINE- 3 syllables

V LINE- 5 syllables

VI LINE- 8 syllables


Release

Let it loose.

Flee from bondage like a dove.

Soar like an eagle.

 

It rattle the bars of the cage

A metal trap

It scrapes the sides, it flits from

Top to bottom to left to right

Searching

For an escape.

A gap.

A glint of precious light

 

It yearns for liberation.

 

Knock down the barriers

Towering over your heart,

Closing in

Don’t you feel the claustrophobia?

 

Knock down the barriers

See the beautiful sights that you have missed out on

Above all

 

Release your soul.

 

 

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Kinks & Leaks (Fix Them)

My mind, my body, my spirit? A little patching, pulling the kinks out, repairs and life goes on. After all the intent, in the photograph, is to provide nurturing to living things (plants, gardens, pets, family, friends). I will do my part. Will you? (by SwittersB)


Awaken My Soul

The Lush beauty of this life within myself.

Awaken my soul.

Open my eyes.

I want to see, touch and taste your love.

My womb is filled with a creation that is divine.

My spirit’s doula says “push it’s time”,

so I take a deep breath inhaling courage and exhaling resistance.

My soul has awakened because I have given birth to my destiny.


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My Soul Walks!

Incognito to the whole wide world,

My soul walks on the parched soil,

Looking for that drop of sacred nectar,

Looking for the path,

Searching for the mysterious ways,

That governs my soul.

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