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644 · Jan 2018
The Invitation
Jennifer Tone Jan 2018
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
347 · Jan 2018
Return
Jennifer Tone Jan 2018
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.
287 · Jan 2018
I am
Jennifer Tone Jan 2018
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

— The End —