We are all Refugees

We are all Refugees
Running away from some aspect
or other,
Of ourselves.
Fleeing the hunger of our Soul.
And we keep running in circles,
Running from ourselves,
And running into others
Who are forever the invaders,
Forever trying to steal from us
What we cannot sell to them.

Hard done by others,
Victimised, bullied,
oppressed, ostracised.
We now project onto the Other
-The Refugee. The immigrant-
All that we cannot longer
hold into the light of our
Being.
We now become the victim
and the perpetrator,
Having to fight for ourselves
With ourselves,
The only weapon left
For mass destruction.
For there is fear in ourselves
And fear can quickly turn
into bullets
Which we will endlessly fire
away
Towards the enemy
From the enemy we harbour inside.

'Please look yourself in the mirror
If you are to stone your self.'
Says the millenarian voice
From within the Shadow itself;
This dingy place filled with
all the things we have
delegated it with.
And right There, in the darkness,
Flashes a light ever so bright.

Letter to a disappearing man

To the disappearing man
Who lifted me up from one or two of my many
deaths before
And who was always there in my fall,
To hold me by broadening the Divine space around me,
A space that caught me at the right time and
placed me right back on the pedestal I had created
for myself during self-love euphoria

I say just this,
As you will for sure hear more wisdom in the
pauses between the words...

Be kind to yourself,
Enliven your senses,
Take care of your emotions,
Provide a safe haven for them and your dreams,
Guard your heart but break it open as often as
you do
And wait and act,
Both at the same time.

Feeling like a fiery Whirlpool

The hurt is opening its big mouth
to swallow us
And we go in willingly,
Without a fight.
Although we fight each other.
And the abyss we build in the process
Is getting deeper and wider
For I don't know when to stop.
And you don't know where to begin.

We are stuck in this crucible
And fire gets used to light up
more and more shadows
forgotten deep down in our
Embodied Soul.

We are a whirlpool of feelings.
And we are spinning around
with them
Until we get dizzy and our
head gets fuzzy,
Our stomach churns,
throat constricted with lies.
Lies we tell each other,
They come out unwillingly and yet they are
deliberate, with a life of their own,
Separate from our real sentiments
Clouded by dark textures
And covered in gold.
And I am feeling more and more
like a Fiery whirlpool,
Consumed in the tragic actuality of love.

Apologies

Just wanted to say I'm sorry for breaking into ur account. For what it's worth. 

I don't like the person I have become.

I have never done this before.

And yet with you, I feel so uncertain, so anxious, so unsure.

Of Everything.

I'm not sure it's your fault.

Or only your fault.

It just is.

Not right, nor wrong.

But it's strong.

You always act like you have something to hide.

Now I feel like shit because I did that.

After a few bad google translations,

And a spicy message to Rainbow Flint

 I found nothing I was looking for.

I guess you were innocent after all.

But not in the way you act.

I know you will say your integrity is down the line,

That I have broken your privacy, your boundaries.

And it's true, I have.

I almost want to be done with this relationship,

So that I can avoid the person I've become.

I know you won't forgive me,

Or if you will,

You will never tell me

Or it will never show...

(Believe it or not, this is a desperate call for FEELINGS)

Tell me,

Show me!

Or I just won't be able to forgive myself.

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?