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Amanda Blomquist Jan 2013
Multi faceted with a window's view.

Your emotions held deep beneath the reflective panes.
Your eyes light bright in their hollow essence
- and childlike grins chase this wonder.

Your love is the Moonlight.

Pushing and pulling your passion speaks waves against my insecurities,
breaking them down into something beautiful.
I met you in my dreams before your eyes aligned with mine.
Intertwined.
Amanda Blomquist Jan 2013
Complex cosmos.
   Intertwined divine.
Emerging energies tangled in vibrant vibrations.

   Beings of light.
      Woven through time and space.
Mind meeting spirit.
    An Awakening.

Truth echoes in the silent wind.
   Open eyes with ancient ties.
          The illusion is wearing off.
        Dormant souls colliding,
    Seeing light beyond this realm.

A revolution beyond government and world order.
       A conscious shift, long awaited.
           Beyond technology and media schemes.
         A new view.
     Simply pure.
Beautifully complex.

   A transcending universe in the minds eye.
Opening mystical doorways into the great forgotten.
     Taking spirit back.
         Claiming love and light for all who accept it.

Nature fueling the human imagination.
  The endless curiosity,
       We are cleverly designed to crave.

Follow me tonight,
      I’m the stars in the sky.
  We’re all just seeking truth
        And we’re just passing by.
Amanda Blomquist Jan 2013
In this tangled web of energies
emerges truth ,
lined with golden love.

Tentacles grasp and hold,
striving to keep smiles alive and well.
Forcing back negative entities.
We rebel primal ways,
expanding facets of creativity

To push forth,
To push off,
To find yourself somewhere in between.

Sunken in the sidewalk’s crevasse.
***** and beautiful, the lotus blooms in harmony

We’re here waiting;
seeking.

Trying to balance this chaos we’ve created.

Calming minds and steadying tides,
the ocean pulls by Luna’s force.

The subtle aspect,
when we have no control.

The moon rises.
Bending blood;
bending minds, bending emotions.

All subjected to planetary reactions
and protractions.
Measured by our willingness to flow.

Desperately trying to find solace.

We cave.
We faulter, and give in to the moonlight.


Taking in all it has to offer
and becoming reborn within the sun.

A new birth in the light.
Refreshed and retrieved,
we emerge from our reckless physicality
and burst through in spirit.

Gods.
Beings.
Light bodies.
Humans.
Tangible, broken and beautiful.

— The End —