Laying on a bed of roses,
a seed sprouted in me.
Within it was a blueprint,
for my mother's soul to read.
Her spirit speaks in code,
& tells her womb how to proceed.
I can feel my formation,
as my cells start to convene.
Stories spiral in my genes.
Tales told of all her queens.
Voices travel through my veins,
and sing to me the prophecy.
It serenades the quiet
With high moral melodies
Laced in all the lyrics
Of the words they'd never speak.
The bass shakes up the dust.
The drums dig out the deep.
To the rhythm of their song,
I feel my heart begin to beat.
My soul & skin unite
With this ancient history.
And somewhere, I exist
In the spaces in between.
We merge in preparation
To walk a waking dream.
I can feel the integration
Making one whole entity.
The blueprint now complete.
I become the sum creation:
A conscious flesh machine.
I hear generations singing,
Inviting me to earth.
My ancestors envelope me
And whisper of my worth.
They tell me what they know
And what it is that I must learn.
They show me what to hold
And what it is that I must purge
Beside me, they will guide me
til my spirit must return
The clock for me, starts ticking
From the moment I emerge.
The very moment of my birth.
When my soul aligns
With the cosmic eye...
And time starts to occur.
And the stars...
they start to burn.
The galaxies - they turn.
The skies, wide
with open eyes.
The clouds cry
And crystalize,
all of my...
Pain
into feeling. My,
Thoughts
into thinking. My,
Body
into moving. My,
Love
into being.
Air that I can breathe in.
Eyes seeing.
Heart beating.
Feet leading
my soul
on the path
of its healing.
Writing stories
I believe in
Spreading love
By planting seedlings.
Connections
I feel seen in.
Rabbit holes
that call my soul
and dare my spirit
to go deep in.
To breathe in
All the teachings
Of these saturated feelings.
That together & at once
We're all solitary grieving.
We search in silence, seeking
Just for ways to stop the bleeding.
For our pain to find releasing.
For ways to keep from sleeping.
Ways to hold onto the meaning
Of the dreams that we
Forgot we're dreaming.
To remember the reflections
That we're giving and receiving.
The cycles we're repeating
That were
Visiting this world
As a conscious human being.
Freeing and revealing.
"You're here now.
You've been here before.
But you wont be here again."
● mica light ●
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For my mother.
Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 10:46 PM UTC
Laying on a bed of roses,
a seed sprouted in me.
Within it was a blueprint,
for my mother's soul to read.
Her spirit speaks in code,
& tells her womb how to proceed.
I can feel my formation,
as my cells start to convene.
Stories spiral in my genes.
Tales told of all her queens.
Voices travel through my veins,
and sing to me the prophecy.
It serenades the quiet
With high moral melodies
Laced in all the lyrics
Of the words they'd never speak.
The bass shakes up the dust.
The drums dig out the deep.
To the rhythm of their song,
I feel my heart begin to beat.
My soul & skin unite
With this ancient history.
And somewhere, I exist
In the spaces in between.
We merge in preparation
To walk a waking dream.
I can feel the integration
Making one whole entity.
The blueprint now complete.
I become the sum creation:
A conscious flesh machine.
I hear generations singing,
Inviting me to earth.
My ancestors envelope me
And whisper of my worth.
They tell me what they know
And what it is that I must learn.
They show me what to hold
And what it is that I must purge
Beside me, they will guide me
til my spirit must return
The clock for me, starts ticking
From the moment I emerge.
The very moment of my birth.
When my soul aligns
With the cosmic eye...
And time starts to occur.
And the stars...
they start to burn.
The galaxies - they turn.
The skies, wide
with open eyes.
The clouds cry
And crystalize,
all of my...
Pain
into feeling. My,
Thoughts
into thinking. My,
Body
into moving. My,
Love
into being.
Air that I can breathe in.
Eyes seeing.
Heart beating.
Feet leading
my soul
on the path
of its healing.
Writing stories
I believe in
Spreading love
By planting seedlings.
Connections
I feel seen in.
Rabbit holes
that call my soul
and dare my spirit
to go deep in.
To breathe in
All the teachings
Of these saturated feelings.
That together & at once
We're all solitary grieving.
We search in silence, seeking
Just for ways to stop the bleeding.
For our pain to find releasing.
For ways to keep from sleeping.
Ways to hold onto the meaning
Of the dreams that we
Forgot we're dreaming.
To remember the reflections
That we're giving and receiving.
The cycles we're repeating
That were
Visiting this world
As a conscious human being.
Freeing and revealing.
"You're here now.
You've been here before.
But you wont be here again."
● mica light ●
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
For my mother.
A poem about being born.
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