This torch - ignite it only,
if you wish to proceed:

It burns on your desire
continuously,
lighting the way
to the feeling you seek.

The longer the longing,
to which the fire you feed,
the larger its flames;
the steadier its heat.

Whisper your woes
to the torch to defeat,
& burn off the pain
of shame, heart break, deceit.

If you sing it your sorrows,
you may find youre relieved.
For the flames of this torch,
heat with healing properties.

Or spill out your passions,
toss in your beliefs.
Whatever you're pining -
on this the flames feed.

Fire glows desire,
dancing with intensity.
& 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱.

𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 yearn heavy,
& set fire - unleashed.
My heart overheats,
so, solace I seek.

& 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴...

I breathe to the rhythm,
I feel from my soul chimes.
Picking locks on my thoughts.
Breaking into my mind.

Once inside, I found Silence
waiting on me to arrive.
She met me with kind eyes,
& a quiet reminder, divine.

Silence says:

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.
𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦...
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥."

꧁꧂

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

" & on the darkest nights,
I feel deeply inclined...
to invite the sky
to fully unwind,
and wrap its stars
around my mind. "

◇

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

This is my time,
to be released.

To leave behind,
midaged beliefs.

Uproot the past
& plant new seeds.

Tend to my garden
& water my dreams.

I grow flowers from visions
& pick wisdom off trees.

Thoughts ripen in the berries
& I harvest the seeds.

I sow kindness in rows,
next to seeds of belief.

I grow herbs sown from hope.
Harvest love from snap peas.

I offer my confidence,
to dandelion seeds.

To grow in the cracks
of the sidewalks, between.

Intuition, year-round
grows on evergreen trees.

The depths of its roots,
sink as deep into me.

Wild-smile flower-fields.
Lilac kisses, serene.

Lavender loves laughter
& the scent of dopamine.

Sexuality is ripened,
Nestled in the tangerine.

Creativity grows on vines,
& blooms into epiphanies.

I found grounding in the basil.
Infused rosemary with peace.

& what I find in thyme,
exists purely spiritually.

I rest my soul in the garden
& I feel her cherish me.

She accepts my every fragment
& I listen to her needs.

I learn to tend the darkness.
& to keep my temple clean.

To water everything with love
& divine light frequencies.

To nurture the new growth,
by snipping off dead leaves.

To invite source inside.
& be open to receive,

The cleansing of my spirit
& its ancient history.

Taking shape, we make form
of what we choose to believe.

Bringing forth new flowers,
Into our reality.

So, I tend to my successes
& pull out all the weeds.

I lay gardenbeds of seedlings,
that from feelings, I reaped.

Every outcome is concocted,
of whats currently perceived.

So stay up here with me,
& please, don't go to sleep.

Don't run in the dark,
chasing what's out of reach.

& if I seem quiet,
then Im not asleep.

I am tending my garden,
Bringing life to my dreams.

♡
.................

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I open the book.
The first word reads,
"Destined."

Afraid,
I turn the page,
And I rest into restless text.

Lines and curves
Come together
Making the letters
That make the words
That make you, and
I start to fall in love with your adjectives.

As the story writes,
This astonishment I have of you
Was inevitable.

"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦." 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

As I read on,
Collected shapes
Come together
Forming the symbols
That create the words
That tell the story
Of what it's like for us to touch.

Seamless sentences
Flow through the pages
Floating our love
Down the river that is
This book.

This story is not for the faint of heart.
For there are rapids,
Rocks,
And falls
Along the way.

There are even times
When we both tried
To write ourselves
Right off the page.

But every time,
The pen just comes around to the other side of the paper.

"𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦." 𝘐 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯.

Our love,
It separates and
Circulates before it
Gravitates us
Back together again.
And again.

Realizing now that this book is a constant.
That we've been written into the same story.
That we float down the same river.

And even when it
Splits in two
And I can't see you
I don't worry,
Because I know you're just
Some pages over,
Writing a part
Of your story.

"𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦." 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯...

They talk about the times
When I couldn't find you
In the same chapter.

Periods when your name
Had not been seen next to mine
For so long,
I thought maybe
You found a way
To get the pen
Off the page.

Then just as I would
Conquer my rapids
And approach a place of calm,
Out of no where
You would float along.
And just like that
It felt like
You were never even gone.

United we float,
Our names in tow
Each with a pen
On the page
And a row
In the boat.
Writing the story that writes us.

"Where does this river go?"
You ask. And suddenly,
I know.

"This is where we have been headed along."

We silently drift to the end.
But the water does not fall,
Instead,
The river runs into a rising sky.
Flowing ribbons of crystal lace.
This is our meeting place.
We have been here once before.

Have we been enough?

Two souls,
With a thousand stories
Lived and told.

A thousand timeless masterpieces.

"𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸." 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘺,
"𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭."
And that is when her heart began to swell.

Ancient stories locked
In our DNA, released
Into the universal sea.
And finally,
She could see
All the lessons
That she needs
To at last
Complete
Her healing.

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘃𝗶𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻.

And so it seems,
Our fountains are filled
With masterpieces
Lived and killed.
We will move into eternity.
This I know certainly.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

S e x u a l  energy, invade me.
Permeate through my skin.
Sipping on sin
And tasting all the places
We've been.

S e x u a l  energy, encase me.
Cover me in tongue.
Lust filled lungs
Breathe heavy til I come
Undone.

S e x u a l  energy, envelope me.
Consume me in your grip.
Sip on my lips
And seal me with your
fingertips.

S e x u a l  energy, enter me.
Arrive inside of me to find
My melting mind
Cascading into rivers,
At the bed side.

She carries the weight,
As she tries to walk straight.
She cannot help but seethe.

Treading through mud,
And emotional blood.
Constantly trying to breathe.

The pain that she felt,
From the cards she was dealt -
Not knowing the reasons why.

The tears she would weep,
From a sadness so deep,
That echoes and amplifies.

For the rest of her life,
At the edge of a knife -
The slightest movement will ****.

"Keep calm. Keep steady.
Get with it already."
Or all that's distasteful will spill.

Behind all her mystery,
Is sadness and misery -
A truth she wants no one to find.

"She's magic" they'll say,
Before they run astray.
To this madness they won't be confined.

She will never be risen,
For her body's a prison,
Her mind, a bitter disease.

But they have a choice.
Without her, they'll rejoice.
They can live however they please.

Her soul is tired; heart is spent.
- Generational Torment -
Seeping from the past into each day.

Sifting through; righting what's wrong.
Hoping that her love is strong,
Enough for all the pain to be repaid.

Maybe one day, finally
A healed being she will be.
It's all she ever wanted all along.

She can't run from this existence,
But perhaps with some persistence,
Maybe she can finally belong.

She cries for you, she cries for me.
She cries for every long lost being.
She just wants the suffering to end.

A lineage of damage
On her plate to manage -
A lifetime of work to transcend.

Look past the hurt, beyond the pain.
It is clear what still remains:
The beginnings of a budding lotus flower.

This is nature, seeking nurture.
To this earth she needs an anchor.
This is the beginning of her power.

~ ☼ ~

It is here, in this space,
When I feel most at ease.
I am not quite awake,
Yet not quite in a dream.

There is warmth around my body.
There is quiet in my mind.
My feet, they rub together.
Your lips, my mouth will find.

This is our querencia;
A place so safe for us.
I worry not of troubles.
I am only filled with trust.

It is here, I am at peace.
It is here, I am most safe.
Because nothing can break through,
The dream space we create.

I want to stay forever.
Please, can we never leave?
The sun is sure to come,
But with you, I want to be.

It is here, I am insouciant.
It is here, I can escape.
All the hardships of my life,
There is nothing it can take.

For here, I am protected.
I am safe in your embrace.
Together, falling in and out.
This dreaming-waking place.

She's shaking.
Unstable.
For the taking.
Swallowed in fog.
Connection is lost.
She's cut off
From herself.
She's cut off.
Can't get out.
There is no where but here.

"Disappear. Disappear."
She whispers.

"I am here. I am here."
She answers.

"Tell me." He says,
"Tell me all that you dread."

And her fears spoke louder
Than anything ever said.

I'm coming home soon
I promise you.

I almost there.
I am almost bare.

Cracking back open
Every part of myself.

Taking my love back down
From the shelf.

I miss you and I need you.
I'm coming home soon.

Cause I miss writing my soul to you.

Who am I?
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
When is the big break?
Where should I be?
And how do I get there?

It came again.
Breaching any boundaries
I was able to build since
the last time.

It shook me down.
Reminding of rampageous
Ways I had thought
I abandoned.

I lost control.
Misplacing my mind
with no idea where
to find it.

These weaving streets
pounding with
lovers' heart beats.

I know these things
tear you apart inside.

The way that we light fire to hearts,
And we burn them for the light.

These streets, they're pounding.
Drops of salty rain dampen the flame.
Fight the fire.
Burn up more of our desires.

Until desire runs out.
Until the fire dies out.

These wastelands, they're drowning.
What is left in wreckage is more than before.
Darker ashes.
Vaster endings.
And a heart-felt war.

As I sift the remnants of my love from this dust,
I whisper to the sky:
"Your almond eyes tell beautiful lies."
and I bury my heart goodbye.

How could I forget,
for even a breath?

Slowly it slips
away into spaces
hidden in me
and I forget that it is there.

Watching over me.
Waiting on me.
To take it back into my lungs.
Into my eyes.
Into my touch.

Waiting for me
to expel it in every way
that I experience my daze.

This Universal Love...

My soul, it bathes in this
and yet,
my feet will step,
my body will move,
and my mind forgets.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵...

I want to remember
all of those moments
when love was what carried me
over mountainous hurts;
through wastelands of self-hate -
self destructive tendencies
were buried by this
ever-knowing love.

And that is what brought me
this far.
That is why I've conquered
my war.
𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 is why I know in
my heart.
That everything is beautiful,
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴.

Universal Love
𝘐𝘚 existence.
And all parts
of my resistance
were so I could learn
of Love's persistence.

So,

May we never disregard the beauty,
simply because
our minds feels threatened.

May we see past the veils
that keep us guessing.

And may we remember:
We can find perfection
only in the definitive acceptance
of all that is,

𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨.

▪︎ micalight ▪︎