Category Archives: poetry

Vibration Salvation

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I am standing
Suspended
In a dome of ethereal transparency
Glass-like, yet fluid,
Shimmering eminating vibrations
These walls
The only thing between me and
Galaxies of limitless knowledge,
Expansion, understanding,
Wordless transcendence I see
Just beyond my reach
Slightly distorted, yet infinitely
There
Available
If only…

As I wake, a door
Begins to form in front of me,
The lock nowhere to be seen.
Confusion and frustration
Cloud my mind in self-doubt and judgment
Why am I here
Staring at a door
When I could be discovering
And uncovering trans-galactic mysteries?
But transformation within
Abundant compassion and acceptance
Self-understanding
Clears away the fog
And I can’t help but laugh
As I realize that the door is,
In fact,
Me.

Salutation Meditation

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I watch the sun
climb its way up from its
bed, the horizon,
beaming rays of
morning glory onto
the face of our Mother.
as I sit, enraptured by this
celebration of life, it seems
the sun is whispering to me
“I am here!”
in joyful song.
But through my musings, I remember
that the sun is not actually rising,
as we so often say;
we are in fact the ones twisting and hurtling
in an eternal orbit of
this tiny corner
of space,
revolving around
the Sun’s life-giving flares.
I ponder on such marvels, that
we are the ones
who twirl in an eternal dance
to greet the sun and the moon each day.
Opening my eyes, I taken in
the golden-tinted wonder
around me.
Smiling, I stretch out my arms
and whisper back,
“Welcome, my friend!”

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*photos not mine

My Lady Moon

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As many may already know, the night of July 12 beheld the first of three huge, red full moons we’ll experience this summer. I wont pretend to know much about what this means in the astrological realm of things – I’ve merely checked out a couple pop-psychology Google search links. I’ll be doing some actual research soon.
Nonetheless, she was stunning. A friend and I both saw vivid geometrical shapes coming off the moon like rays, and I couldn’t help but be inspired to write a lil poem.

The moon is in full glory tonight, displaying her (creamsicle) beauty
in the most visceral way. Brilliant, daring, yet at times blushing – hidden behind a stray wisp of twilight silk
I imagine her shy smile,
And stare
Entranced
I clench my teeth in suspense.

the unknown

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Do you still

notice the way it moves –

trembling, like a breath

yet to be released

whispering

ever-softly

sacred words, both terrifying

and tantalizing.

What power it has!

Many have become blind

after years of vigorous avoidance,

falling

instead for the comfort of

what is.

But I

hear the whispers shivering in my soul

come closer,

just one step….

and I know

by my racing heart

that I must accept whatever

challenge will slowly

unravel, a mystical yarn

made out of dancing stars,

shrouded in the billowing clouds

of obscurity.

I can’t move, I can’t wait.

I must move,

I must wait

as it unfolds

before me

 

Silence, the all

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powerful,

the shrouded mysterious mistress

that taunts

most – hauntingly

mocking what could have been

yet, mocking

what is.

She works cunningly, swiftly,

spinning the tale of a lost cause as her victims

drowsily wake up within her

intricate web.

What is the way out?

Was there a way in?

The details are so hard to remember

for she convincingly clouds her

muted victims, leaving them with their own sad

circles of thought, unbroken by

true spoken communication.

She is beautiful, no doubt –

and much to be respected –

but there are those times,

my friend, where I fear her bite may be

deadly.

For even a whisper becomes

much too laborious

of a sound

as muscles

simply cease

to

remember…

 

With Stars In Her Eyes

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However the times,

I would just like to mention

you are most stunning.

 

The twinkling bodies

heavenly realms now revealed –

my sanctuary.

 

Never once stopping

to release air from my lungs,

I simply let go.

 

Into the cosmos,

I dive into deeper realms.

What’s next discovered?

 

[photo not mine]

[photo not mine]