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  Feb 2015 Seher Seven
nivek
the whole array of saints
mingle around you
just waiting for a word
Seher Seven Feb 2015
working definition, society or civilization
in its entirety.
provide an example otherwise
I am open!

power too strong to control
focus is on mind
and time and divide.
the true brilliance of being,
here, ever,
proves its a hoax.

and all of it.
not most or some
but all of it is
needed
to keep this power
beastly energy God
subdued!

the whole packet of
information
is too cryptic.
when one finally recognizes
and reorganizes
with Mother Nature,
simplicity begins the chain.
when I fully reclaim
this will be my nature
my peace
it always has

originally
we are not here
and so
suffering is habit formed.
agony is ego stroked.
tales are told,
sold, or cold, ******
imprinted on our souls.
written on our memory
planes… pains, panes… regardless we remember.
circumcision of the heart and brain
self proclamation
with names and culture,
and all these different languages!
keep us stupid…
brain led and plainly disconnected.
from ourselves, our Earth family
and God.

I never embraced that word.
these days I understand differently.
I see the intelligence in propaganda
and its own beastly energy
and I step aside, lose interest
and breath
Thinking of you Of the Sea :)
  Jan 2015 Seher Seven
NuurSeraph
And in the beginning, there is a cry unto the void as black as night ~ before the word is spoken...this is her story of Creation.

She had been punctured from the inside~
and Her shattered Core harnessed the wailing waves of this Primordial Mourning.
Into violent vibration arose the Creation of this Principle...

We are all but the Sacred Wounds of Her Original Innocence

   ~•~
It's not the Sound...It never was the Sound~
It's what I heard before I fell back into this All again ~ so Now all the Things I've Lost~ I find It All in Time...
I can't pretend It anymore.

It's not always in this Place to Go and Live and Lose and Love and Be All that ever was...
~See ~

No one tells You anymore what to expect so You just have to guess and You guess...and You get what You get.

But You won't know what You knew before...Oh No.    

\•/

That's restored to Everything that could ever have been explored..

And You fell to It All again because You knew It was something that you would have to find..

Lost in the Rhythm again...Love...
No one but Eye could be able...too wrapped Inside.

And Gone...Emeraldly
And Gone In...A Head

And I fell again to Heavens Dance ~
to Heaven's Bed.

I guess I took out of my Heart...
I guess It made Itself known why I Love You so~

Nothing here pretends to know ~
it just goes on and lives and grows and knows that it falls back to its Heaven...

~•~

...and Heaven begins again.

Never, Never did It end too long to go back again...No!
~too long to know that Nothing lasts Forever.

Just your Soul...just your Holy Sigh, You leave the rest behind because You can't refine and You can't resign in this
until you've lost your Heart~

~•~

The broken pieces You can find went Home~
...Are never Gone...it's just to find them again...That's All.      
            
*~\•/~


https://soundcloud.com/norstar/sounds-ive-felt
A repost from the beginning...
Seher Seven Jan 2015
our moon
She misses our moans
enclosed behind these walls
She yearns for our souls
our calls
our songs
our passion in love.

She beckons me
with an alluring glare.
barely aware of her
realities.
captured by mystery
She
calls on me.
preparing me.
I the novice star gazer.

She, here with me,
She warns me.
She rallies her team.
She implodes in dreams.
She maintains despite lean.
Her majesty, sprouting new life
only when ready.
and collects and releases the being
for her sisters meeting.
She, recapturing herself.
pure giving and
receiving.

this love I know.
this love the moon proves
Time and
Time again.
She misses the grounds
growl,
the ripple of new life.
spirits pastime
create create create…

born under a balsamic moon.
aware of my call home.
eager to share all of me.
to inject my gift into the realm of now!
honestly a bit weary.
energy being forced out.
supernova type theories.
nearing the end of a cycle,
matter recycled,
She calls me back in.
this time I am even taller.
Seher Seven Jan 2015
science is the study
that fragments nature and my mind.
it was the inevitable
parting of ways.
as my son chose me and lit the more
delicate traces
so I could trace back.
Sankofa.

it's theories must be
erased from my senses.
so intwined in my perspective.
my people carry me through the mess.
to the other side, where really
it all makes sense.
once, I questioned
everything.
all the holes science creates
by the hands of its very nature.

equations are written in our souls.
not the miracle revelations of
science.
but the simple observations of
time.
disconnected from our land
we too get broken down.

our nature is to build
create, create, create
once our nature is reaffirmed,
within,
we begin to recognize our creations.
realize our manifestations.
our power.
our God-like structure.
it's happening all over.
our intelligence as a species
is aligning with our wisdom.
the heart naturally awakens
along with inner vision
followed by revolution!
the origin, here, now.
not always black or white …
more like somewhere in between.
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