Wake up call

When you understand that
when you suffer,
It is the World suffering
through you,
Then you will understand.
And your grief will then become
a wake up call.
To save yourself, to save me
To save each other
So we can survive as one
in a multitude of universes
All parallel to each other.

Blessing

May true light come your way
Shaped by many rays of joy
To accompany you on your
journey
Of Love.
May love find you safe
In the knowledge that
You are lovable
And content as a result of it.
Now your only duty is to
open a portal
And invite it in
while breathing it upon
many other human beings
Whose paths will intertwine
with yours.

Soul Saver

Forgive me once more
If you can,
For the mess I left behind
In your soul.

Travel back like before
To a moment
Of Peace
Where you and I
Were one with the whole
And none felt the need
to rebel.

What I know, is this one struggle,
To keep you intact
From my rage.
Now how do I stop trying
And be, and digest and
accept,
that conflict once more,
Is changing our soul?

Just there

And there, in the witches' house

I found my peace and I found Her.

The Bewitched.

The Goddess hidden in my soul.

The mysterious one.

The one that builds shelters 

out of crooked wood

And puts the shadow of a bonfire 

Right in the middle of one.

The one that touches my 

foot

When I lay it down on

Dewy soft grass.

The one that only comes out

As I have today seen,

On a misty sunny day,

Surrounded by onion 

fragrances 

And shady rays of mystery.

The one that shows up in 

flowers disguised as weeds.

The one that tickles my 

heart

At the sight of a black

duckling.

The one that opens me

To the vast Serene

And the one that shouts the 

Truth from the mouth of a screaming baby. 

Maybe the Beloved.

I wanted to bring home a 

piece of Her on my way back

But she was green and 

tough to break under my

greedy material hands.

I was also Deluding myself. 

The Love Weight

I guess the pain never even left my body-
The anesthesia worked for me,
As it works for millions.
-It's the cure of the century-

I heard your voice,
I cried inside,
Yet felt equally happy
In our contrived friendship.

You heard my voice,
And your silent perception of it
Left me all confused.

Or was it perhaps my perception of your perception?

I knew it wouldn't last long though, this pain...
'T was just the misery of a cloudy sky.
That fell down on me
Like heavy mist over a mountain.

I wondered then, was the mountain enveloping me
Or was it me enveloping the mountain?

Although the answer was unknown,
It sure felt like I was carrying the weight of the mountain on my shoulders.

The love weight.
So heavy and plain.

So I proceeded then to restore the power balance,
Allowed myself to be carried by the mountain,
And rested in my pure consciousness,
In a universe of love.