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That lasting life change
So deep, so heart felt?

How is it born?
That deep inner knowing
A place of understanding
Connected to what Is
Divine within each of us?

As we work together to understand truth
What lies within each of us and directs us
To the deepest desired connections
Of our intertwined hearts?

Is this within?
The unfolding Inner most being
A Higher Spiritual Self?

The Spiritual Man
The Spiritual Woman
Who's purpose exposes
Our strengths and weaknesses
With expected and unexpected gifts?

As our weaknesses bring
Us to our knees
Lamenting our life's challenges
Crying out our broking hearts
Evaluating the known and unknown
How do we begin to move along
The Way Home?!

Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness
Only to shriek and back away?Β Β 
Or do we chose to allow courage
To accept our steps into it's presence?

In spite of our fears
Will we allow courage
To forge our greatest strengths?
As steal within the bellowing fires?
And if we allow resolve
Will we find deeper wisdom and truth
Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts?

The opening is before us.
If you place a hand on the door
Open it wide!

It was then!
He stepped into the shadow of
His own darkness…..
Finding himself alone
He reached his hand back
Toward hers.

Stepping into her own shadow
She grasped his outstretched hand
Pulling, supporting, anchoring together
Both facing the Light...

From within their own
Shadows of darkness
Holding fast,
They began their journey together.

Step by step
Line up on line
Precept upon precept.....
How does it begin? What do we do with that something stirring within us? That calling for us to remember who and what we truly are? It is beyond the trappings of this world. It is beyond religion. It is beyond words that adequately describe the True Essence of unity and so much more.
πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝙸 πš•πšŽπš πš‘πšŽπš› πš”πš—πš˜πš ,
𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš’πš— 𝙸 𝚜𝚘 πš‘πš’πšπšŽ?
𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŸπšŽ πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ,
πš πš’πšπš‘πš˜πšžπš πš‘πšŽπš› πš‹πš’ πš–πš’ πšœπš’πšπšŽ.

π™Έβ€™πš πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš‘πšŽπš› πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš ..
πš’πš πš˜πš—πš•πš’ 𝙸 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš,
πšŠπš•πš• πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš,
πš’πšœ πš—πš˜πš 𝚊 πš πš˜πšžπš—πš.

π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πšœπšŽπšŽπš— πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
π™»πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšπšžπš›πš— πšœπš˜πšžπš›,
πš πš’πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πšŽπš•πš˜πšπš’ πšŠπš•πš• πšπš˜πš—πšŽ,
πšŠπš•πš• πš’πš— πšŠπš— πš‘πš˜πšžπš›,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš˜πš› πš’πšŽπšŠπš›πšœ πš•πšŽπšπš πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ.
π™Έβ€™πšŸπšŽ πšœπšŽπšŽπš— πš‘πš˜πš  πš’πš 𝚐𝚘𝚎𝚜 ..
πšŠπš—πš πš—πš˜πš πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš—
πš’πš πš’πšβ€™πšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš˜πš•πš•πš˜πš .

πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝙸 πš•πš’πš—πšπšŽπš› πšπš˜πš› πšπšŠπš πš—?
πš˜πš› πš“πšžπš–πš™ πš’πš—πšπš˜ πšπš‘πšŽ πš˜πšŒπšŽπšŠπš—
πšŠπš—πš πšœπš πš’πš– πšŠπšœπš‘πš˜πš›πšŽ?
πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πš’πšœ πš‹πš˜πšŠπš π™Έβ€™πš– πš˜πš— ..
πš’πšœ πš‹πš’πš πš‹πš’ πš‹πš’πš πš™πš•πšžπš–πš–πšŽπšπš’πš—πš,
πš’πš›πš›πšŽπšœπš˜πš•πšžπšπšŽ πš’πšœ πš–πš’ πšœπšŽπš—πšπš’πš–πšŽπš—πš,
πšŠπš—πš π™Έβ€™πš– πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš›πšžπš–πš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš—πš.

π™±πšžπš πš’πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš ..
πšπš’πšœπš‘ πš–πšŽ 𝚘𝚞𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš˜πšŠπš
πšπš‘πšŠπšβ€™πšœ πš–πš’ πš–πš’πš—πš'𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚎,
πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πšŽ πšŒπšŽπš›πšπšŠπš’πš— πšπš›πš˜πš– πš–πš’ πšπš‘πš˜πšžπšπš‘πšπšœ,
πšπš‘πšŽπš— πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš–πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŠπš—πš,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πšŸπšŽ πš–πšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš,
πšŠπš—πš πšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšπš‘πšŽ πšžπš—πš”πš—πš˜πš πš—
πšŠπš—πš πš•πšŽπšŠπšŸπšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πš˜πšžπš› πš˜πš πš—.

π™Έπš 𝙸 πš•πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš ,
πš™πš›πš˜πš–πš’πšœπšŽ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš πš πš˜πš—β€™πš πš‹πšŽ πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽ,
πšπš‘πšŠπš πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπšπš‘ πš πšŽβ€™πš•πš• πšπšŠπš”πšŽ
π™Έβ€™πš•πš• πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš πšŠπš•πš” πšŠπš•πš˜πš—πšŽ,

πš’πš πš’πš πš‹πšŽ 𝚜𝚘 ..

πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚘𝚏𝚏 πš πš’πšπš‘ πš–πš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš,
πšπšŠπš”πšŽ πš–πš’ πšœπš˜πšžπš• ..
πšπš˜πš› πš’πšπšœ πš‹πšŽπšπšπšŽπš› 𝚝𝚘 πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš—πš˜πš—πšŽ
πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŠπšŸπšŽ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšŠπš•πš•.
π™Έπš— πš–πš’ πšŠπš›πš–πšœ, 𝚒𝚘𝚞 𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‘πš˜πš•πš,
πšŠπš—πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš•πšŽπš 𝚐𝚘.
πšƒπš’πš•πš• 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜 πšŠπš›πšŽ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ,
πšŠπš—πš 𝚠𝚎 πšŠπš›πšŽ πš˜πš•πš.

πš‹πšžπš πšπš‘πšŽπš— ..
πšπšŽπš•πš• πš–πšŽ,

πš‚πš‘πš˜πšžπš•πš 𝙸 πš•πšŽπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš ?
Or should I fold?

When you love hard so you gotta be careful who you give ur heart to.

Ps: I edited the original post.

Β© snoW
The equivalent of my past
Has burden more for my future than my present
Within night and day
There’s a universe unaware
To fit perfectly in the change of redemption
Confusion upon creation of life
Tiredness upon freedom to live
What an equivalence to have
Showing only what I must take by the foot and run with
Safety, has no need to be
Nor does chances of surviving
There is an equivalent
To what changes there may be
But until then
I beg for your love and understanding
Cause I’m trying too
π™²πšŠπš•πš• πš’πš πš‘πš˜πš™πšŽπš•πšŽπšœπšœ πš›πš˜πš–πšŠπš—πšπš’πšŒ...  
πš‚πšŠπš’ πšπš‘πšŠπš 𝙸 πš™πš•πšŠπš’ πš™πš›πšŽπšπšŽπš—πš!  
𝙸 πš“πšžπšœπš πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš.
Is it that bad a thing?...Huh!
Keep the sun in your heart,
The moon in Your mind
and so you may see far,
the stars in your eyes
A mantra and prayer
ℑ𝔱 π”΄π”žπ”° 𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔯 π”£π”žπ”²π”©π”± 𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔦π”ͺ𝔒,
𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔢 𝔴𝔒𝔯𝔒 π”žπ”«π”€π”―π”Ά π”Ÿπ”’π” π”žπ”²π”°π”’ 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔢𝔬𝔲 𝔑𝔦𝔑.
𝔅𝔲𝔱 𝔴π”₯𝔢 𝔑𝔦𝔑 β„‘ π”₯π”žπ”³π”’ 𝔱𝔬 π”°π”žπ”Ά 𝔰𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀,
𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”±π”žπ”Ÿπ”©π”’π”° π”žπ”―π”’ 𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫𝔒𝔑.

β„‘'π”ͺ 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔒 𝔢𝔬𝔲'𝔳𝔒 π”₯π”’π”žπ”―π”‘ π”žπ”«π”‘ 𝔱π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔀π”₯𝔱 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± β„‘ 𝔑𝔦𝔑 𝔰𝔬π”ͺ𝔒𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 π”Ÿπ”žπ”‘ π”žπ”€π”žπ”¦π”«,
π”Ÿπ”²π”± π”₯𝔒𝔢 β„‘ 𝔧𝔲𝔰𝔱 π”°π”žπ”¦π”‘ 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔢 𝔰π”₯𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔑𝔫'𝔱 π”°π”žπ”Ά 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”± 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔬𝔲...
𝔑𝔬𝔴, 𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔨 π”žπ”± π”ͺ𝔒 𝔫𝔬𝔴. β„‘ π”΄π”žπ”° 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔑 𝔱𝔬 𝔰π”₯𝔲𝔱 𝔲𝔭.

π”“π”―π”¬π”Ÿπ”žπ”Ÿπ”©π”Ά π”°π”žπ”¦π”‘ 𝔦𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔬𝔣 π”£π”’π”žπ”― 𝔬𝔯 π”±π”―π”žπ”²π”ͺπ”ž,
π”Ÿπ”’π” π”žπ”²π”°π”’ 𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔯 π”žπ”°π”°π”²π”ͺ𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔦𝔰 π”žπ”©π”΄π”žπ”Άπ”° π”₯𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔱π”₯π”žπ”« 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔦𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔑𝔰.
𝔗π”₯𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 π”Ÿπ”’ 𝔱π”₯𝔒 π”©π”žπ”°π”±, β„‘ 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 π” π”žπ”―π”’ π”žπ”± π”žπ”©π”©.
π”…π”’π” π”žπ”²π”°π”’ 𝔱π”₯𝔒𝔯𝔒'𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱π”₯𝔦𝔫𝔀 𝔩𝔒𝔣𝔱 π”žπ”± π”žπ”©π”©.
It was you who pulled the trigger again, this wasn't what I originally wrote but hey it's gone now. I remember writing how the tables were turned after they called you disrespectful - But maybe, prolly, actually, out of anxiousness I lowkey stopped them because I know you'll blame me again. But guess what, I know you always did whenever I'm the one who started... whatever you do along the way doesn't matter, right? Today I was even told that I fear you more than my mother, nah I don't fear anyone, it's just that I'm tired of your cutting assumption, perception and words that is slowly making me believe that I'm always wrong. I don't want to care no more, because out of all - I hate to lose myself.
I write with the hope
that you may find truth in my words
your truth
not mine
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš˜πš˜πš” πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš’πš˜πšžπš› 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜,
π™±πšžπš π™Έβ€™πš– πšŠπšπš›πšŠπš’πš 𝚘𝚏 πšπšŽπšπšπš’πš—πš πš•πš˜πšœπš.
𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš’πšπš‘πš,
π™±πšžπš π™Έβ€™πš•πš• πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš’πšπš‘πš πšŽπš—πš˜πšžπšπš‘.

Β Β  π™°πš—πš 𝙸 πšπš˜πš—β€™πš πšπš‘πš’πš—πš” 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš”πš—πš˜πš ..
Β Β  πš‘πš˜πš  πš–πšžπšŒπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πšπšŠπš•πš•,
Β Β  πšŠπš—πš 𝙸 πš”πšŽπšŽπš™ πšπšŠπš•πš•πš’πš—πš πšŽπšŠπšŒπš‘ 𝚍𝚊𝚒,
Β Β  πš’πš— πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞.

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  πš‚πš˜ πš•πšŽπš πš–πšŽ πš‘πš˜πš•πš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš’πšπš‘πš,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  π™°πš—πš πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš•πšŽπš 𝚐𝚘
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  π™»πš˜πš˜πš” πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš’πš˜πšžπš› πš‹πšŽπšŠπšžπšπš’πšπšžπš• 𝚎𝚒𝚎𝚜
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  πš„πš—πšπš’πš• π™Έβ€™πš– πš•πš˜πšœπš.

𝙸 πš πšŠπš—πš—πšŠ πš‹πšŽ πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšπš˜πš› πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πšŽπšœπš 𝚘𝚏 πš–πš’ πš•πš’πšπšŽ
Those times when you have a crush but you really don't wanna get your heart crushed, so you wanna keep your feelings to yourself.
Β© snoW a year ago.
Luisa C May 12
An angel kissed me last night
Floating from the ceiling he glowed
Cast the room in a shimmering light
Bathing the darkness with hope
Levitating off my half awaken form
With scarcely any movement made
Gradually luring me from my slumber
To see his enchanting face
His softened eyes, his smile sweet
As he extended a delicate hand
Fingertips gently caressing my cheek
A wordless greeting, a subtle command
His wings surrounded and enveloped us
Brushstrokes of feathers glimmering white
While the halo on his head was set ablaze
Spellbinding me without any fright
I sought his embrace, starstruck by his grace
As he leant down and brought his lips to mine
He gave me a kiss so warm and divine
Melting with devotion into the sublime
But his body was fading in and out of the air
A wisp of a silhouette in the atmosphere
My hands desperately hunted through the dark
To hold him close before he disappeared
"Come back," I whispered. "Please stay with me."
But he vanished then without a goodbye
Gifting me with the memory of his touch
Lingering on my skin from that night
I cherish dear and precious in my heart
When I found relief there in his arms
What do you want from me?
I ask my memories,
Wondering why they’ve come out to play,
Tap dancing across the wood floors of me mind,
Creating a cacophony that echoes off my skull.
What do you want from me?
I hear them when they respond, β€œWe’re trying to make you safe.”
I know they’re attempting to prevent tumbling off the same rocks,
Trying to ensure I don’t crack bones on the same hard places.
They are telling me to avoid having pieces of me stolen again.
I couldn’t protect myself at thirteen or sixteen,
So I stumbled down the same dark alleys until I was 18
And paid a grander price in an even darker cave at 19.
I’m 22 now, and I’m still picking up the pieces out of the mouths of men,
Men who cut me down until I was a conglomerate of bite size, fuckable pieces.
I was taught not to scream when my pieces were being consumed.
Who needs to be a whole human anyway?
If tip money went into my pocket,
If he told me he loved me afterwards,
If I was alive to see the morning light,
Who was I to complain?  
And when I stopped wanting to see the sun rise,
They gazed upon my pieces
And berated me for the wreckage.
What do you want from me?
Is a question I only know how to ask myself.
I have never dared ask those who stole from me
Whether they came to me in good faith,
Never had the wisdom to lock up what was valuable.
I have never demanded of anyone what their intentions were,
So I ask again: What do you want from me?
What am I expected to provide?
Am I allowed to be a whole human here?
Or will you require I be bite size again?
I am desperate to be safe in the same flesh that once enticed those who hunted me.
What do you want from me?
I’ll tell you what I want.
I want to go home whole,
Knowing my skin is all mine.
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