Poetry addressing Crown Chakra (spiritual)
Walk with me, to the seaHer shores and silent depths. EbbingSurgingCrashing with the tides Be with me in the mist. Fog lit with monotonetaupe’s, and the browngreen, earthly debrislaid bare by tides, presentand past. Listen with me,to the roaring timberof pounding surf, to sandsea to land CrashPauseRetreat and repeat Succumbing together,as the peace of shorebirdscrossed […]
Soul bound we fall,to a planet of heavenly blues,browns and greens. Unfathomable.Then enter, through that of another. Welcomed first, in formby our Mother, and earth, she sustains us. Part of yet separated,from our father,and universe, he contains us. From our first labored breath, tetheredto the smell, pulse, and warmthof our new maternal heartbeat. Should the
Should is where it begins, and starts it’s slow and seductive slide. I’m not talking about my lover. I’m talking to the rest. The observers. Stalkers. Nay sayers. Obsolete majority. Those with no ideas. No solutions.And sure as hell – no compassion and obligation of service to the tormented human condition. Family, neighbors,Employers and peers.
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I’m not normal. I’m exceptional. Not in the ways most are measured, by themselves or others. I’m exceptional in how I measure myself. I fail where others see success.I succeed where others see failure. But most of all I’m exceptional in my desire to uncoverand honor me.
He falls apart differently than me. When I’m dropped by the world at large,or the effects of my undoing,I fall deep into the earth’s core. Bottomless as much as it is endless.I reach my destination of damp darkness in my cavernous chest.Hovering to numbness until I catch that glimmer of light high above me.My feet
I don’t know how you found me. Or if you were given to me. Everyone else passed. Even when they never left. Ridiculed. Diagnosed. Sidelined. You, however, paused to stop; taking. No, making the time, to enter my interior. Through my exterior. You saw flowers in my weeds. Courage in my foundation, and inspiration through
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I will always feel more than most,but I am not unique. I will never know who named me,but I am not nameless. I will always stumble and fall, But I am still,standing.
If I were spirit and nature itself, I would float a lazy river, half in, half out; hypnotized by the canopy of leaves and birds dancing overhead. Light shifting and sparkling with the wind. Composer and performer in play. Eddying in each moment, aware only of a bird’s call or warm current that catches me
