Integrating consciousness beyond my
Comprehension.
Mental understanding comes in waves,
Too quickly to even mention.
--
Laughing at myself is a pleasant surprise.
It's not exactly what I expected.

For some reason,  I imagined a scolding, stern tone of disapproval.

Instead, a sense of humor.

I receive a hug of reassurance, a tap on the belly and a gentle nudge to
let go.

----

Some say the heart wants what the heart wants.
I say the soul wants what the soul wants & who the Hell are you, or any one else, to stop it?
Restrict the natural order of the evolution of souls, you, yourself, a soul?
haha no!
delaying it, may be possible,  may be.
for a bit.

Until your scared ego receives a hug of reassurance from the true self,  a gentle tap on the belly and a nudge to let go and flow.

Clarity has claws
Within her pouncing, padding paws
Laps up goat's milk raw
Grapples a teddy bear to songs
Tied to a robe's string
Well, she plays with literally everything-
Her eyes say exactly what she means.

No ****, Clarity is a cat I call to come back
I find myself pleading for her return-
With the promise of a salmon snack,
In exchange for lessons learned,
But I only capture glimpses of her white and black
As she flashes by the doorway,
Always only doing things her own way.

Since her trust is hard-earned,
I coax her cleansing burn.
She climbs up my bare leg
With her razor sharp needles,
First thing in the morning without any warning

Clarity,
Why did I beg you to come near? ! don't tear !
I only wished for your soft vibrations in my ear !
It's so impossible to change your nature
I wasn't bleeding before you were here, but your message is pure

You only come running when you're hungry!

&Would you really eat me if I died?
The way you watch with such wild eyes,
(I'm sad to know I shouldn't be surprised)
Your tapping tail  compromises your position,
Your crystal clear intention
To play with your prey before you ****** and eat them

Clarity,
embodying the way her name hides and smiles, pounces for a scream
as if she were mean!
Sneaks off to surprise her  next unsuspecting victim
-
Tummy full,
Warm purr, a welcome buzz
She comes, she plays with, she eats my ego, she loves, she kneads, she purrs, she leaves, I plead

ah, Clarity

-Hayleo Liz

>reclaiming power does not mean taking anyone else's<


I feel a storm inside of me
I feel a vortex forming
Spinning deeper and deeper,
Spreading wider and wider,
Reaching out to all the edges of the
Universe

I see
cosmic light
Radiate from within it.
I see
All the colors,
And all the dark, mysterious space
Integrating together to Create,
A massive Vision, 
 of Divine Starlight !

I see-
My soul lighting up!
I see-
My soul lighting up!
-
Despite the Worlds' fears,
I can choose
To not be afraid.
Despite the perception of flaws,
I can see the Divine order of all things-
All things !

oh,
It is within you, and it's inside me-
I have crossed over a black sea.
In the water shone,
Starlight !

The small row boat floating my soul -
Seemed to know just which way to go,
Between these two worlds,
Above & Below-
In pure amazement, I ceased to row
In the starlight.
Reflected from the heavens
All through the night.

A gust of wind displaced my hair,
& Reminded me-
Of why I was there,
To keep
Traveling across the sea,.
A colorful island is waiting for me-
I hear bright laughter,
Traveling light.

I will not close my eyes this night,
So as to-
Row, row, row, row on--
To reach the place, where I belong
In the Starlight

(we're starlight
reflecting from the heavens-
all through ,
All through this night)

It's a wide open art,
from the start.
Rules are for schools.
Dont fret em,
forget em.
So
Relax with a syntax,
clown around,
with a pronoun.
Squeeze the ******,
of a dangling participle.

Free flying like geese,
creative words release,
make it up if you please.
Example--the plural of mice is meese.

Flowery language isn't the exclusive domain of the professional writer, it's for everyone!
To continue then,
about the writers pen.
No write or wrong,
nothings too short or long.
Mangled,
bungled,
butchered,
bumbled, don't matter.
We don't need a librarian to admire what we have done.

Words aren't hard,
fling them unbarred.
It's not arithmetic,
or teaching a cat a trick.
Crunch them uniting,
mix them combining.
Fling them,
meld them,
Verb them,
sell them.
We don't need a New York Times best seller to enjoy the art of writing.

Uncrate it,
create it.
Use it,
and abuse it.
Don't bar us
from a thesaurus
Or a dictionary.
The spiel
is to write real
tell the tale
seal the deal.
WORD HATERS live in the town called Fictionary.

Walking by the railway trucks
Thinking to myself
Is it right to believe in right and wrong?
Is this where I belong?

The atmosphere is a bit nostalgic today
I surrender praise and worship song plays
Everything else just levels to the latitude

A moment to be savored

But my reality fought for its existence
As if it was being forgotten
The wind blows
and it all dawns
that the thorn still grows

Felt like a pinch into reality
a discarded memory crawling into my brain
these are the days that made me
Or sometimes broke me