Deceiving, this sweet golden light
this warm, rich sun
this orange sky
your face aglow like candlelight
we drink it up
we soak it in
the trees that burn
reveal it’s sin
One side ash
The other side gold
For no thing exists
That is not whole
Perfect sunsets drenching skies
Something’s born
Something dies
Free
Heart open
Free
Arms spread
Free
Weightless
Free
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Held captive
far too long
Wrists bruised
beyond black and blue
Heart trapped
without song
(The only sound —
the noise of you)
But I took the shackles off today
Let the sun shine on my face
High time I got on my way
Yeah, I left without a trace
You won’t again deny me
of You, I’ll stay aware
and You will never find me
For Darkness can’t see Clear
This feeling penetrates me
Heart open
There’s no fear
No, you won’t ever find me
So search away, my dear
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Free, I am
Heart open
Free, I am
Arms wide
Free
I feel weightless
Free I am
Inside
Can’t believe I feel it now
I feel it now
This was the fire, missing
Lit up from the inside-out
Barely alive
Graying embers curling into smokey ashes
Flames dying
Can’t believe It found me now
What I sought in others
Found in myself
Outside in, and inside out
Stoked the burning pieces back to life
High, high, racing wild
Caught on fire
Fierce and bright
Can’t believe I feel It now
Something barely gasping breath
Brought back into life
Somewhere in me flames are dying
Somewhere else they’re brought to
Life
I can handle emotions, explosions
Such commotion in motion
From the unconscious ocean
You tried to drown me when you found me on the shores of Devotion
A catalyst for The Analyst who lives in this skin
while Sirens beckoned so sweetly
“Come back in, come back in…”
Melodic voices drenched wretched with sin
You bound my wrists and my eyes
Plugged my ears
Threw me in
But when you learned to slither, friend…
I learned to swim
You thought me lost
The Sacrified lamb
But I’d gone to hell — got acquainted with Hades
Befriended the devils
And that lamb?
Oh so tasty
Still don’t know it’s name was
But it sure wasn’t ‘Katie’
The Time has arisen, I’m out of my prison
Hell made me Whole
Clear is my vision
The Sirens may call but my ears do not listen
No infection in my direction
From dismembered dissection
Put myself back together
In perfect imperfection
I call myself servant
Head down and gaze in
The one Call I answer?
The Call from Within
Shell shocked
I don’t know what day it is
I’m turned inside out
Dazed
Glazed
A donut in a madhouse
With hungry clowns
But there are no more pieces of me to take
I’m a magic trick now
Hiding behind distorted mirrors
I have taken so much
There is nothing left to take
The donut was gone a long time ago
They’re all fighting over the illusion of Me
Of themselves
A sugary sweet treat in some fantasy world
But I’ve stepped outside
Into the harsh world of Reality
Not too many people here
But definitely no clowns
I am an Artist
I am a Poet
I am a Powerful Force
I have loved you
Since forever
I have abandoned you
Never
I live within you
Goddess and God
Masculine and Feminine
Merged into One Beautiful Whole
But do you see it? Do you know?
Nothing can harm you when you are connected to Me
From deepest pain to highest bliss
To the Calm in between
I am the Creative Divine
Let yourself live and you will find
That I, too, am Alive
You – yes YOU – came to be
Out of the Great Universal Me
Who begs Expression through the uniqueness of you
Letting My Hands move as yours do
Never underestimate the power of The Nameless
I have given it a name, in so many forms
When you wonder what my name is, Child…
It’s yours.
I find my own Heart
Waiting
Brave
Beating in warrior rhythms
Slow and steady
Waiting for me to return to it
And I have
The reunion
Is a true
Re-Union
I am solidified
In this liquefied ever-changing Whole
Humbled and Empowered
At the same time.
I no longer question.
Simply, I just
Know.
Who are we to take the seat of Judge
When the Universe itself does not?
Who are we to cut down our own highest ideals
By ripping apart the beliefs and values of our fellows?
The Circle of Life does not start at birth and end at death.
For a circle, if you will recall, has no points at all.
Our limited human view makes us pick a moment on the wheel:
We call it Birth;
We call it Beginning.
We break down the unimaginable, the unknowable,
The Mysterious –
Into small, digestible, human fragments of False Wisdom
That claim we can know something which we –
Quite simply,
Cannot.
Consciousness gives us only so much.
Science, Psychology –
Gifts that offer brief flashes of Knowing.
And for these we are grateful.
But we must not mistake gratitude as some Fixed Truth.
All That Is,
Outside of those knowable points –
Is The Unconscious.
It is The Great Awe that is
Every.
Other.
Unseen.
Point.
And so, we may seek to Know
But may we remember, on our journey,
To lay down our judgements of ourselves.
This first.
And in ending that internal war,
We will find peace with our neighbor –
And Freedom instead of Fear
In the beautiful, dark Arms of
What Cannot Be
Understood.
ariaphoenix 