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Jeremie Nov 2020
One night I lay sleeping in my bed of comfort, then before I knew it I was
dropping from my body and plunging into a world beneath the Earth.
A world shrouded in darkness, with only the candle of wisdom as my compass through the dense terrain
I heard the loud screams of monsters crying,
pleading for forgiveness, begging for a drop of love to fall and quench their endless thirst to be seen, to be heard and embraced.
Shocked by this sight, my knees fell before their feet.
My heart bowed before the spark of love that glimmered through their pain-filled eyes.
I cried an ocean that night, as I wept, grieved and prayed for their forgiveness, for it was I who had condemned them to this cave covered in darkness, with no windows for the light of love to enter and bring nourishment to their abandoned hearts.

“You are a sunflower that has bloomed with no sun, forgive me for the veils I created to conceal your beauty.”

they replied

“You have seen our true nature and our frightening appearance, yet choose to love us to despite it all.
You have given us the solace that we sought within this abyss.
It is your love and understanding that has been our daily prayer.
Eternally grateful we are for the warm blanket of compassion you have clothed us in.”
“What are demons that have been loved and understood?” “angels” I replied.

What we call demons are just
angels of a different heaven.

Gaze into the eyes of your
frightening shadows and
witness the light of compassion
gazing back at you.
Jeremie Oct 2020
Just as the sun chases the moon
counting down the hands of time
until their union.
I too am the same.
When I gaze into the eyes of infinity
I bare witness to the eternities
I have spent in your embrace.
We are lovers
who fallen from the same star
our union is written in the
libraries of heaven.
Our love story told
throughout the cosmos.
In the thinning of the veil,
when the lips of the moon
meet the crown of the sun
and the shadow of their love
swallows the earth.
Meet me in the field
that exists between here and now.
When we return to each other,
may we only speak
the language of our hearts.
It is a story of a Divine Love but not to be misinterpreted as one has to wait and be rescued and saved by a presence external to us. But seen as the reunion of two polar forces that long to be reunited and it is us who they have chosen as the rendezvous point for their fated reunion
it is only the kiss and embrace from our true Love that will awaken from our sleep. And that true love is the man that sleeps inside every woman, and the woman that sleeps inside every man.
Jeremie Oct 2020
There is a honey that
falls from the moon
when my soul, the bride of God
removes the final veil that kept me
from gazing at the face
of my one true Love.
As the sacred child within
spreads the roses of our love
across the church for all
to rejoice in our reunion.
And we recite the vows
that will bind us
beyond death itself.
I know now in this
timeless moment,
you have always
been with me.
Our separation was but a
beautiful dream.
Grateful I am, to rise
from the bed of forms and names.  
To unite Here Now in
Holy Matrimony.
Death is the chariot
that carries me to my
wedding with eternity.
Jeremie Aug 2020
“Why do you strip me of
what makes me beautiful?
I was tall, graceful and
my form was loved by All.
But now I am naked
clothed only by my longing to return
to that which I was.  
I was met by a flame that
promised me glory and immortality
How could I be such a fool
to believe in such a dream ... “

The Wind replied

“The initiating flames
that kissed your crown
and cleansed you of all form and name
launched you into my loving arms,
so that I may unveil your true essence.
I have not stripped you of your beauty
I have only invited your beauty to become
timeless and eternal.
Your sweet gentle fragrance is now
One with me,
no longer confined and
caged by time and space,
resting solely and fully in the
ancient present.
My child,
Rejoice!
you are free just as I am
unbound, empty and
untethered from this world.. “
Death is the poem of the universe

The thing you lost at your birth , you will find at your death.
Jeremie Jun 2020
To my dearest Love.
I pray you don’t go after
a man who is handsome
or wealthy, or even a poet.

I pray you seek a man
who understands
your heart and the wounds
and bruises it may carry,
and how to tend to it
when they are reopened.

Your heart will come
with instructions.

They will be written
in your eyes, in your smile,
in your laughs and in your cries.
They will be printed on all the things
that move your soul.
I pray you find a man who is
wise enough to read them.
But more than anything
I pray you will come to
know, love and understand
your own heart first before
entrusting another to do so.
I’ve written countless love letters and poems to my future daughter. Sharing my realizations on life and relationships, what Love herself has taught me, and what I feel will be useful to her on her journey.
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