Mica Light Poetry

Mica Light Poetry Dec 2013

`BasorexiA'

Crystals are rushing the pathways of you, gleaming.
They are resting on the sound of a wave dreaming
alive all of the irresistible magnetism's that live here.

All the pieces of you that chime my bells of soul places;
You ring me true.
There's something about the complement that comes with you.

In a hot place of purity, we could become
the warmth of this desire, long numbed.
Vaporizing the cold from our flesh.

Programming dissipates within the crystal daze.
Is wrong of me to want a wiser way ?
[ Than that of the dullness of those in my range. ]
I love that I can always find you,
a few words over hanging on the same page.
I as the Princess, and you as the Sage.

I wish I could live in the daze forever.
A space where blasphemy does not reckon itself.
I wish it didn't matter whether,
your walk has been long or short, here in this passing life.
But I am blessed to have over lapped your time, so i sigh.
And wish upon another sunny time, with you.

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2013

do you know?

cause i can't tell.

your tongue said it once,

now i'm lost in a spell.

it's a switch flipped .

a dazy trip.

falling through the fingers

of your last hard grip -

*contemplating the compliment that comes with you.

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2013

Bountain Flood.

The offering place of all that I am,
Is a fountain rich with the blood of thousands.
For I have been two-thousand hands,
And a thousand masterpieces.

Silent songs sweep my heart,
Of every noise that hurts my head;
When the thousand-handed fountain,
Coats my love in red.

Earthly intended de-scension.
Becoming that of all imperfection.
Here is where I begin my forward movement,
Into this forever fractured moment.

Let me not forget,
The spirals of wisdom,
Rested in the red,
Of lives before now.
The spirit knows how;

So I bring it all within me.

Madness rules us all,
In the first life and the last.
My thousand-handed fountain,
Will feel you for that.

Shining on me - I thank the Sun.
Reminding me of an old song,
So I can hear it like a new one.

Here is our meeting place;
Flowing ribbons of crystal lace ~
The river runs into a rising sky.

Have I been enough?

My fountain nearly filled,
With masterpieces lived and killed.
Will I move into eternity?
Someday, certainly.
So this is it.

*I will find this place again.

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2013

An Awkward Thought (2013)

I keep my dreams alive.
Subliminal focus.
I see the line of time.

Dimensional abilities.
Opening awareness.
I see the possibilities.

Have we all gone mad?

Attachment for a smile.
Love should have no cost,
So we're apart for a while.

Please, for me, define divine.
The love rush and the freedom,
I wish just to intertwine.

But has it all gone bad?

Success is true harmony.
The world and my love.
Explosion of a chemistry.

A lightworker's dream.
Lift & love from
the consciousness stream.

And we will lose the sorrow of sad.

Oh what a day, I will be only glad.

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2013

Simple Touch (2013)

In the eye of making it in mind.
It is a simple touch, divine.
Of the age that is upon us.
So be nothing but honest.
'Cause she lifts the soul that's separate.
No hate. No hurt. No feeling desperate.

It's the beautifully un-imagined dimension.
That peaceful, patient, pure intention.
And I'll lock in every here & now.
A feeling, a check-point, a 'knowing' how.
Then the universe, it wants to dance!
And I did call upon this chance..
Been a spiral spin through each one yet.
A push, a step, I won't forget.
But I wonder what is coming next?
What my mind will manifest.
What sort of series of events,
Will this raw thought just have me sent?

Maybe a milking of emotions?
Surely sad talks and smart notions.
Big love, big sun, and big dance.
High skies, high times, and high trance.
A simple there and simple back.
Words that say this, but really mean that.
And I will pull back, I do retract.
'Cause inside there's nothing to distract,
My touch on divine;
My making it in mind.
The age that is upon us.
Be simple. Be honest. <3

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2013

Angel Soleil

When she visits me,
All crystal rivers meet.
Meet me in my shining dream.
Pulsing an underlying tone,
That moves me beyond all anchors.
Simple like my love stone.
How sweet to be alone,
With you.
How sweet these sunny daze,
Are true.

<3

Mica Light Poetry Nov 2013

Another Transition

Mission, on through.
A nostalgic presence holds me now.
Another cycle completed.
Layered amongst many.
I wish I could see the coming.
It's beginning, the time to manifest,
My spirit in the physical form- expressed.
I know I am me.
And I do and I choose.
But bring me to where I can offer myself.
And all the tranquil manifestations of my soul.
I wish to step into my offering.
And recognize all without fear,
of becoming them. Without the need,
Of becoming them.
Just to be what I am to be.
*Carry me to peace.