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Kayla Chappell Apr 2020
The slight flicker in my chest

Empowers me with enchantment

Tells me there is hope
Grants me with drive
To find my purpose

To do more,
than simply stay alive.

This feeling,
It tells me
There is something divine
Within my etheric being

I will chase this flicker
Until it’s light takes over me.

I just know,
It’s
Waiting,
For
Me.
Chelsea Rae Dec 2019
I call you love

But not as an endearment.

I call you love

Because that is what you are.

We are all love

Walking around in a human form;

And one day we will return to love.
Spirit and Source <3
Star BG Jun 2019
I am but a mirror of wordsmith self,
scribing with etheric words.
I walk and pen moves gracefully.
I run and my words move in open corral.
I fly and phases glide inside my dreams.
I breath and visions breath
ready to dance upon page.
Poetry mirrors life and life mirrors poetry.

Inspired by a chat with lefaNdlovu...Thanks
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Bubble, Bubble, Head and Phone

Drop it all:
~
You
Thee
Thine

self

Thor

my
self A
sovereign
ruler

Freya

Smashing
Ontogenetics

O, Odin !

Grace of Celestial
Sobriety
is
To Dive

The surface, energizing
Below
Immorttelle
T
Love
Scented

Neroli

Rose blushes ~ Rose Bushes
Flashes
Appear
All
over
Thou Faces
I
Expressions

Get away with the old Kneipp
Get along
With it
easily

Snow sleet Crystal
Degrees
Uwwaaaaaaahoooo
uuuu

"Boing"

Bubbling Boiling
Magma *******
Imagination
by
ISPB
Ciara Ginelle Aug 2014
Moss, and evergreens.
Pale azaleas and vines that grow tall with the warmth of spring.
I hope morning glories sprout their soft wings with the rise of the sun, light filtering through branches of leaves that hang so delicately above.
I hope for milk thistle,
Venus fly traps and nettles.
Sprouts pushing from the earth with a grace that’s invisible to the human eye.
Even with the greatest patience.

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