NeverMind.

Her head swirls with overwhelming thoughts of new creative endeavors.
Her mind like that of Vishnus’ arms, clawing at new ideas.
She is after all a creator and a lover.
She’s a multidimensional and multi-passionate Being.
However, scattered and lost, but always blessed.
She finds a wise woman kind enough to guide her back home.
The wise women reminding her how simple it all really is.
She then let’s go and feels the calm.
The flow enters her Heart once again.
Her Soul at ease, she can retreat back home to her passion and to Love.

The Quickening.

We live in a time, when a click equals clutter.

Over-full inboxs, over-full thoughts & smokey hazes on the horizon.

Time swirls like a hurricane as we survive like machines.

The Quickening stops for no thing.

In this time of madness, how do we carry on with eyes wide shut?

Dear sacredness, help, time is spinning us out.

I Woke Up, In Your Dream.

I remember the day I woke up in your dream.
Your dream was for me to stay small.
I was sad for myself and others to realize I had been conditioned to stay contained in someone else’s vision.
Programmed only to make a move when there’s a green light from someone else, the one in charge.
Make sure to not make anyone feel uncomfortable with my outspoken thoughts and philosophies.
Stay straight in line.
Go to school, get good grades and get that job that will comfort me till I die.
Buy that stuff, I really needed it they said.
Have 2 kids with a two-floor house and put all your stuff in there.
What if that wasn’t my dream at all?
I was living someone else’s dream.
Living to make someone else rich.
My whole life
Till now
I woke up
And will never play small again.

You Are A Someone.

You are the sum of everyone and an individual of The One
A holographic image, an illusion, only appearing separate from The One
You are the sum of the Stars and the Moons thoughout all the Galaxies, reflected back as One
There is no space and time between you and the rest of The One, only matter and Love
And what only matters is, We are from the same source of Love and You are a Someone

Beautiful little Contradictions.

Within the web of our makeup

we cross paths with our layers

New and Old

we create contradictions

With the old and new

Evolving, involves crossing those paths

creating new strings to tie and grow

we are a web of beautiful little contradictions all tied into one.

Never doubt your validity because of your contradictions

you are simply outgrowing the old and expanding to the new

Sowing the new path into the space unknown takes courage

Courage is more favorable than stale ideas and beliefs

Weave your web with diamonds that sparkle

That shine your highest truest self, for all to see

Be the You, You were meant to be, in all you do

I see me and you see you, in all we do

For we are connected in the larger web

The web of Life, the web of Consciousness

From the same light, from the sparkle, of that diamond

From the same flow and space 

We are all made of beautiful little contradictions from the ever-evolving 

Universal 

Web 

of 

Life

An Onslaught of Insects.

They came to me like insects drawn to a light bulb,
all in search of the same enlightenment


I knew the moment I heard their pleas, their powdered wings could not weather the storm


When the storm would hit, all their precious layers would melt to the ground

Back into the snub and rebuke of their true skeletons


The dust of their transparent wings were all too soft and all too fragile

For the journey that must be travelled, is through the eye of the needle


I smiled and nodded to their selfish disorders

I let them fly free, dimming my light momentarily


For I knew what was needed to be said was from Above and these Holy words could not be translated into a sermon for insects


They flew away, in hopes to suck the lifeblood of another lustrous star


Never knowing they had a light within them, buried too deep among the thick sludge of their own demons

A Cosmic Conspiracy.

Had I of known the picture I chose was done by an artist with your same last name.

Would then make me ponder our past.

Which would then lead me to write that poem about our downfall

Would then manifest you back into my reality.

I would have chosen a different picture.

But I pray that the picture was placed right in front of me, by a cosmic force.

A Cosmic Conspiracy, for the unfinished atonement.

The Baptism.

We followed the bait to escape and ended up in the dooms of Hell.

Now grasping at anything to lead us back to Wholeness.

I pray to the Gods, to wash us clean of this mania and rage.

With my last straw, to save myself, I dunked my body into the silk salts of the Sea.

How did we get here, how did I get so hard…

When All I ever wanted was

to be

Free.

Photograph By Maddalena M.