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Jennifertone
Jennifertone
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One eye in, one eye out Penetrated by your energy deep into my soul, my unconscious. I am listening, I have opened O great Odysseus; brave explorer, my love You have been at war too long I invite you, sweet dreamer Dive into the nectar of my lotus Come feast upon my euphoria, I blossom before you. My king, you are your element Your love, like water, nourishes my exaltation, my highest power; My feminine divine Inner goddess released, We dance to the rhythm of wavelengths I let you in, or so it seems I now understand, It is all a lucid dream
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Invitation
When the chest grips, When the breath gets shallow, When the jaw tightens, When life casts a shadow, That’s the time, my dear, to take rest. To hear the soul sing a song of disharmony, Of climbing a tall peak, of swimming upstream. The clenching, the closing, is oh so seductive! It’s familiar, we know it, It’s validates our need to protect and own it. And the only way through is the moment of pause, The moment we remind ourselves what this unenlightenment does, That separating and severing only tightens the grip further. That the way to melt the protective armor is to invite it to dinner. In stillness we find a way to come back, A way to relax, rest, acknowledge the stack, Of layers, of self, of needs, of love. It’s in this vessel, we have the courage to open and be hugged.
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
Return
Polarity of consciousness and being We are, at once, in the thick of it and in nothing at all The pendulum swings I detach, far away Into the nothingness that I am Seeing the projected narrative I've crafted Projection of self, past and present Polarity of being and nothingness; That which we contain, our eternal truth At once, insignificant and the Universe encapsulated The vastness of all I cannot see, but feel and know The contrast of being and ubiquity I am an expression of the Universe I am the Universe's poem, waiting to be told, And I am the Poet through which the Sacred Message flows I am the vessel and the painting. I am not I I am nothing I am everything
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Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
I am