Two-Spirit How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back. There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep that have taken hold.
-Frodo Baggins, LOTR 194 followers / 25.8k words
Sitting quietly But my mind's on fire I'm done with being a ***** You don't have to agree with me I'm stealthily peeling off my chains Pretending that I'm still okay with the status quo, That I'm still going along with the flow, No. I'm going against the current, But it's taking everything within me To break free. But I refuse to be a ***** To the crumbling systems Of this society.
What is love? Is it the outstretched hand of grace, Helping those who are abandoned and in pain? Is love the magnetic pull between lovers, Enchanting both into a realm of splendor? Or is it the inner calm, That fills you while you witness God paint the sky magnificent colors? Is love the moments in which The dam of your heart bursts open Because life is so bittersweetly beautiful? Surely, I can't reckon which one is true, But love must be true Inherently Maybe it's a mixture of mind and heart That leads to the conclusion of love For true love Can neither be rash Nor too cold It must be balanced, And directed by the Soul.
I can't quite express it I'm experiencing an outpouring of ideas-- Passions of mine That have been latent, Locked down under feelings of Insecurity and a sense of not being enough. But the dam that kept my potential locked away Has cracked. And a surge of Beautiful, magical Passion is bursting through me, Searching for soil To plant all my ideas in So they can grow, gradually, With the nurture provided by my Passion's Exuberant love.
Take my hands and give them power Let supernatural gifts flow through both my mouth and fingertips Enrapture me with your love May it radiate through my being Transcending beyond my earthly cares To ******* the veil of this existence So all present can witness A reality beyond the mediocrity of humdrum living
I've mulled over countless explanations in my mind Trying to understand The anatomy of healing But spiritual perception has a tendency to bleed through the confines of controlled analysis It can be difficult to quell nagging doubts When the subject matter is so elusive
But I want it I want to operate in the supernatural I intensely desire the ability to be in constant communion with the Divine I want to impact the world for good with a love that comes only from God I surrender myself completely For I find no lasting pleasure in carnal pursuits I find it only in communion with God and when I am ministering healing and liberation to people weighed down by heavy burdens, like I once was It's in the moments when I'm fully surrendered to God and living within the center of his purpose for me That my heart feels like it has palpable rays That are shooting forth Ever-widening my heart And encompassing me within a shower of everlasting love pouring down on me and the entire universe But your heart needs to be cracked open and humbled before you can experience this ever pervasive and present shower of love Your spiritual sensitivities must be awakened once again and attuned to see God.
I walked down memory lane Pictures appeared on either side of me Photographs from times past of Smiles and laughing Crying and pain It's all come and past Everything is ephemeral I rode the waves of all these experiences But the waves have crashed on the sand Life is tranquil now, and unplanned
My head is full of echoes of these memories I'm a marionette Controlled by my past In all my dreams I am back in my glory days, Stuck there On rewind, Trying to find a way out
I had dreams then I grew up but the dreams Never became fulfilled So I regressed So I could still find Solace in my dreams For my dreams feel impossible to fulfill in current time But they still seem attainable When I'm viewing them through the lens of my past self
I find comfort in who I used to be, Now I am an ambiguous being Not sure of who I am and where I am going Listless and lost Numb, merely existing Without any real drive Reality is the water to my fiery passions I've strived for so long to bring my dreams into fruition But reality has cooled my idealistic zeal And left me spiritless.