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Cenote

Where am I?

 

Unwittingly caught in an invisible struggle

Realizing not, that my soul it tried to smuggle

 

Who am I?

 

Of this I was unaware

Nor, at times seemed to care

 

What am I?

 

How did this come to be?

This was not me!

 

As winter's breath brushed my cheek

Revelation came...I was weak

 

 

Tears I cried as I glanced inside

* *

* *

* *

Light...from within and outwith...blocked...intermittently

 

Shrouded by this fog

 

...............Losing control

 

D

E

E

P

E

R...I would fall into this sinkhole

 

B...out, I could...

M

I

L

C

 

S

L

I

D

E...down again, I would...

 

 

Enough! It was time again for me to care

And find that someone with time to spare

 

It did not work trying this on my own

I realized that I could not do this alone

 

Cloudy was the day

And Sunshine helped point the way

 

Support was something I would need often

And was given by an adherent of Dauphin

 

An old farmer provided directions

To help set up those connections

 

And a man of affluence

With whom I once had influence

Helped pull back the curtain

And reaffirmed my path I am certain

 

What am I?

 

I am Love and Light from above

 

Who am I?

 

Of this I am well aware

It is for others I care

 

Where am I?

 

Standing in the beautiful light of day

Far removed from my personal Cenote

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shawn-white-eagle
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Mar 3, 2019
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Writing is such wonderful therapy, well, actually, creation in general is amazing therapy for us all. I never thought of myself as ever being truly unhappy, let alone depressed...but for a couple of years I some how kept sliding down that sinkhole. I was not always down during this time, but there certainly was an undercurrent...other than being a dad which is such a joyful experience, not much else really mattered and there was a general lack of a joie de vie which was not normal for me. In not seeing the forest through the trees I simply felt I could conquer anything by myself without help...which is obviously incorrect. Thankfully I have help and, although belatedly, was willing to accept it...I never really liked burdening people with my problems...and my ego felt it could handle anything thrown it's way...but that is what the ego does. The process, once I opened myself up to the help, was relatively fast...it seemed like each week something new was re-awakened..I noticed more light coming into me...followed by light being emitted by me again...to saying "live is great...I love life"...words that had not escaped my lips in years....then I was humbled by the power of that which was trying to take my soul. I truly realized who I was...I am here to help others as re-enforced by many, especially a man of affluence...my goal is to share my energy, love and passion for life and uplift others and hopefully help them to feel that same power in sharing our energy. I truly believe in the Prince song...Live 4 Love...and again, that was not totally shrouded, but was enough of the time to take me off my path within my life's journey. My actions, for which I am responsible, during this time confused, worried and hurt some people and that makes me feel very sad...not depressed, just sad. I am fully confident, because I know that I am not alone...that I am back on my path...the path of light...being in-tune with the Divine and being alert for the synchronicity in my life. As I work on forgiving myself and fully loving myself again...which is my current task...my focus is on the present and a future filled with la joie la vie...life is good!

Live 4 Love

Shawn White Eagle

(c) 2019 Shawn White Eagle

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