𓆩⟡𓆪 Swathed in my caution I search to find my daring Fire cracks my egg 𓆩⟡𓆪 I've been long since lost Colours of the creative Dulled by daily trudge 𓆩⟡𓆪 I hear the wind call Fearing the might of my wings Fall before I fly 𓆩⟡𓆪
Guess who's back! ^-^ on my 995th poem too, ***! I hope everyone's alright in their part of the world. It's long overdue that I reconnect with my past love. Daily life is droll but I'm slowly finding my colours again. I still don't feel worthy of my pen at times but this is a blessing. Hard to believe that we will be in February tomorrow. May 2023 be a fantastic year for you all! I'll definitely be posting more this year. To reconnect to my inner child and creativity. It's long overdue that I try to spread my wings instead of dealing with the constant fall. Much love to you beautiful souls out there P.S - Melissa, this one's for you! ❤️ Take care all! Lyn ***
To be empty means Letting go of desire And resistance
But not joy or sadness
It means giving up control And even surrender — Give that up too, and just Go with the flow With that impetus That life force That fire
You’re right and I’m wrong Or maybe not — we are Spinning polarities In a beautiful, angry knot
To be empty means I let go of explaining And love myself enough to Push through the chrysalis Hungry to become The Real Me
It means knowing you may not be there — and everything can be stripped bare — but still I remain
Magnetic fields can travel fast I don’t ever give up on my beautiful self, nor should you give up on yours
My orbit is strong You are stronger Yet all the territory Within my circumference Is now set free, by me — I’m the ruler, you see The leader of me
You’ll see what you see Our commitment runs deep Our faith we keep
It’s not passive, to hop on the flow train. You have to run and leap into a moving train. No wonder we try to control things. Hey- stop the train! I’m too old to jump! No you’re not, silly, It’s an energy train!
In sorrow, not greed Lacking so much I needed I found myself pleading So much more than receiving
Giving off an air A pale whiff of despair Certain that no-one cared No evidence contrary
I used to ask why Why couldn’t you try This would surely subside If you’d only please try!
There was another question though - Could love not break, but instead grow? I look at you and know (Gently, now) We reap only what we sow
Something about your face The way you hug me awake They way my body shakes You know just what it takes
You always say words can’t hurt I would always beg to differ Still, I know we can go deeper With the courage to love beyond our fear
Knowing what I know now About my sacred, personal power I feel you crown me at the final hour In our calm, evanescent harbor
April 8, 2021 I have been visited by an angel who let me know that what I needed was inside me the whole time. The patterns will keep recurring until we own them completely. We are powerful creators who manifest the exact circumstances needed for our evolution. We need each other. Thank you, my brother.
You said it was a good conversation I was fighting tears the whole time We go way back with this Back & forth you call talking, To me it’s a battle and You win, every time
I don’t know who You think I am But the me you think you know Is a YouTube pundit’s scam
I wish you knew the real me Analytical and accomplished But also wild and free It’s lonely in this bubble called “we” Coming apart at the seams Feeling understood and respected Only in my dreams
March 21, 2021 The struggle is a feature, not a bug. What can it teach you? What superpower can you cultivate on this spiritual battleground? Don’t forget, you’re not out on the moor fighting him, love. You’re fighting yourself.
4 years... Daily fears. why do I stay? because tomorrow brings another day. Strong to survive this nightmare Though nothing about it's fair counter each negative with a positive I've always been a leader, now, submissive ready to reemerge, rebuild, and reclaim wasting this precious life would be a shame.
Crawling. I've been crawling. Down in the dirt on my abdomen. Searching for a tree to cling to. To hang from upside down. To take a step into the chrysalis. To be born a new. This skin I wear, encases me. When I've moulted I will be free. I will escape the confounds of bone and flesh. Of time and space. Of birth and death. When I pass. When I pass through this knot. The knot in the infinite line of things. I will pass through biology, enter into a state beyond. Beyond our senses. Beyond our limitations. With nothing to gravitate towards. The butterfly, it calls to me. My day is coming, it will be free. It's been inside of me. Been here all along. Waiting to come out. I am not the skin I wear. I am not the title I bear. I am, I am! We're all larva. We all got butterflies inside of us. Come and crawl with me. Get down on your abdomen. We're gonna find a tree. To hang from, and set the butterfly free.