Monday, August 16, 2010

I remember

When I was nothing
I was happy
Like the stone formed
thousands of years, nothing.
Now something
I carry myself
into light and darkness proud.
Creator and created
All surrounding - as one
With this gift of life inside me
I let go of inhibition
to heal, create, destroy,
love, surrender...
huble and affectionate
I connect in ancestry
Mother earth and father sun
Stars shining for us all to dance under
Anger a weapon
but not as strong as love
I bound to safety
at the same time throwing my soul in
front of calamity
Chaos my friend,
I tap into ancestry
to heal wounds
Making whole
separate and as one
A gift.

1 comment:

  1. I give thanks to the creator for allowing me to share and be in this moment. I have felt a need for change. Deep rooted - in myself and everyone else. Anger, frustration, anxiety filled me, always wanting to be somewhere else, living how I thought the world can/could live, I spun my wheels for over two decades, learning but seemingly going no where. My inner desires, instincts, emotions, trumped by society, but I was unwilling to accept feeling fear and defeat. Thankfully, through the grace of consciousness, I met the people in my life necessary to help facilitate my destiny. My power that I have always had, exists inside of me. I so greatfully accept it and humbly offer myself in sharing so that others also may find there power. Through my intent I create. My words are so powerfull I am astounded at the leaps and bounds I may reach now, and in the future. If I want communityI find it. I say I want anything and it becomes. I must be cautious of what I want but never fear and be bold - because half intent creates an abstruction of truth, of who I am, of who we are. I am so excited to continue on this journey and greatful for this moment of revelation. Bless and bliss myself and my spirit expands; grow, heighten, and enlighten. Communicate with words but start with the thoughts - intent strong and full of life. I want to live in a 100% conscious world and throw my intent out and splatter my paint of spirit - no half grown - I will grow.

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