sadness

Pop: Year Nineteen

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nineteen years

since you transitioned

to The Other Realms

no father, no more

like yesterday

when you left

in the arms of the woman you Love

on the bed of your and hers first born

a massive stroke

quickly

dramatically

graciously

commenced your way back Home

your Heart the last to go

fittingly

as It defined you

and, hence, me,

your namesake

thank you

for coming to me

in dream

recently

a rare occurrence

so cherished 🙏

you are missed

here

your Presence still felt

here

there really is no ending

simply a change to the scenery

lack of self love

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afraid

to be

to speak

Me.

default

to please

all

to swallow

poisons

to smile

though the Heart

aches.

where Love

for Self

has not yet

matured

lack of

enoughness

takes root

bringing

constant recrimination

guilt

angst

such heaviness.

in this vast wilderness

Hope

a tiny Voice

a faint Light

stirrings

of an innate

Self-Regard 🙏

stay with us

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stay with us
here
please
fully incarnate
not easy
for you
we know
the air
often heavy
here
very dense
so much sadness
pain
disappointment
a seeming lack of
basic kindness
disproportionate
to the joy
The Light
and tenderness
still
we ask
be
here
now
stay
your Presence
is requested
know that
you were carefully crafted
for such moments
as these
that you are
a vital piece
of this Universal Puzzle
a pivotal role
you play
in this Grand Comedy
without you
a different story
an alternate trajectory
one affects all
all affects one
no separation
hold on
stay
you are not
alone
never were
never will be.
.
🙏
.

abortion

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abortion –
such a tender,
personal
subject.
thought about
avoiding it altogether,
yet…
nothing is random.
this prompt,
perhaps,
a nudge
from The UnSeen Realms.
“go there,” They are whispering,
“where you fear to tread.
delve,
explore,
see what is brought to
your fore.”
Thy Will be done,
and so the plunge!
disoriented, at first,
breathless.
cold, murky waters
down here.
Silence
then suddenly –
searing pain,
sadness,
heaviness,
a dull ache
deep in the Heart –
some remembrances –
vague fragments –
from a past
or future
existence.
.
🙏
.

chronic

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chronic fatigue
chronic dis-ease
no plans to go away
or for permanent relief
no cure
just management
by way of medicine.
what led to this chronic state
in the first place?
choices made against
memories suppressed
Individuality discouraged
dreams deferred
voices kept small
in a world 🌎 growing smaller
and louder?
where to contain it all
if not on the in-side?

the truth is…

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the truth is,
Soul whispered to self,
life need not be so hard 🙏
you tend to complicate
and over personalize;
to see the dangers
and the darknesses
well before the
deLightful bits.
for you, the challenges
come quickly to the fore
dragging along with them
the heaviness
of not enough consciousness 🙏
Beloved, you need not relent,
keep spiraling
reciting the same ol’ script.
stop ✋️please
take slow, deep breaths.
recalibrate 🙏
.
.

fear

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fear is a Gate.

to where?

another realm,

a clearer lens,

an unimaginable

reality,

a new face,

a chance to awaken

and break

destructive cycles,

generational patterns,

and long expired

unconscious

contracts.

a different vibration –

more stillness

on this Side,

bliss-full contemplation,

grounded regulation,

time for deep integration,

leading to

coherence and its twin, remembrance.

Here too,

the surrender and freedom

that beckon

sweet Peace

from its longtime captor, fear.

NO MORE

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what will it take

to study war no more?

how many precious Lives;

how much devastation;

to shed delusions

of “you”

“me”

“they”

“we”?

what will it take

to See

inter-sectionality,

inter-dependence,

inter-being;

that I am Me

because you are You?

how to be finally relieved

of this exhausting

burden and cycle of trauma

seeded in

retaliation

revenge

reactivity

dis-regulation

and perceived “wins”?

where is the Space

for cultivation of

mind-full

measured

response?

what will it take to just

STOP ✋️

consciously chose

LOVE

in lieu of hate?

when do we decide

we walk the paths much less trodden –

forgiveness, Truth, reconciliation?

what spells and prayers might we invoke,

sacred concoctions prepared

to awaken from our stubborn slumber,

to re-member our shared humanity,

banish war from our vocabulary,

curate abiding Peace ✌️ 🙏 only ❤️

Crimson

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Dreamed of Crimson

last night.

The color of blood,

a symbol of pain –

Crimson on the streets;

streaked in the snow;

steeped in the Ground.

crimson on our hands,

we reek of it,

blinded and choking on it.

redemption can only come by it.