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Chelsea Rae Jun 2020
I see people's eyes that don't fully see me.

I'm looking for the true you

But most would rather hide.

The windows to my soul are open wide

But you are either choosing not to look

Or you are rather blind.

I try to see you

But you close your eyes.
Chelsea Rae Jun 2020
My soul

Couldn't yearn loud enough

For you to hear me.
Chelsea Rae Jun 2020
Knowing death is inevitable
Is fine
Until I looked at you and thought,

*This life will one day lead
to a goodbye with an unknown
destination.
Death is an illusion.
Chelsea Rae Jun 2020
The hatred of the world is so heavy

Yet they know not why.

They destroy and lay fire
From ancient agony
And never allowed expression,
Save for the pyre.

We still fight each other
Instead of the evil heirarchy
Held over our heads.

If you can not look to the sky above
And know Him
Then you will never fathom
The opposition down below.

This is an attack on the freedom
Of your sovereignty.
Of your souls.

Burn through the pain of your ancestors and rise from the ashes.

We need every Phoenix
To set them ablaze.
Ancient pain. Healing. Togetherness.
Chelsea Rae Jun 2020
My thoughts.. God is consciousness, God is all there is, God is everywhere and everything, God is light.
It is the world and the Universe.
It is me as it is you.

We are little light particles, living cells within God's body;
Yet those cells are so expansive and huge, that they themselves are Universe's!
All pieces of the giant energy Source that creates it all.

An individually unique puzzle piece,
Like that of a snowflake,
That fits in your intricately perfect spot within it all.
Everything is like layers of light, over and over, caked in energy layers that create our very fabric of reality.
And it's all One and it's constantly flowing and evolving.
He is everything and he is nothing.
What God is...
We as humans probably don't even have decent words for.
My thoughts after being asked, what is God to you?
that moment
when you are no longer
the 'colourful one'
with the gorgeous boots
and a quirky sense of humour

you are now the lost
and the lonely
one of the ones
they worry about
that may
with intent
end
...fin
  Jun 2020 Chelsea Rae
B Irwin
Our bodies are not temples,
I will not be invaded as such.
We are ecosystems.
Made of grit, blood, and change.
Packed with multitudes of intricacy,
We love like gushing streams.
Wound like thorned bush.
Hurt by humanity like hunted prey.
As we burn, as we are cut down,
As we are wounded, crippled, abused,
We still grow.
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