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Jayaji Jan 2021
Before you go falling in love with anyone else,
fall in love with yourself.

I don’t just mean the one in the mirror, I mean the
one with whom you spend your every waking hour.

The one you sit down to eat every meal with,
the one you lay down to sleep with every night.

Before you go searching for your soul mate, seek out
the soul within you who knows no opposites.

How can you give yourself completely, when
you are incomplete?

Before you go seducing another, align yourself
with the allure of your own gaze.

The eyes are a mirror, yet, how do you tell a reflection if you do not know from where you are looking?

Before you go throwing yourself upon
holy altars, throw yourself at the doors of yourself.

Keep knocking until freely there is an opening. How
would you arrive outside if not by a door inside?
Before you go proclaiming vows, promise one to yourself:

To love, so long as you shall live; for richer, for poorer,
in sickness and in health. till death do you part.

Before you go, promise me you’ll never forget, to take this lover out dancing, out dining, out smiling.

That you will treat them well, as a treasure, as a gift;
you may well be the luckiest one on earth to know this.

So before you go, know this,

before you go,

know yourself

as  love.
Jayaji Jan 2021
Try falling in love
at least three times
today.

It can be with
anything!

Simply fall
into the beingness
that swells at the heart
when love, like a lullaby
hushes the mind,
tamed with a gentle whip
made of light.

Watch,
as the monster sleeps
and the master awakens.
Loreah Aug 2020
Do we have time for more arts? Flow and clash
Thousands of wishes against each other
Do we have time for another one, another one?
Time for me to take your hand in mine
Loreah Aug 2020
The glass of water shattering,
in my imagination and almost beyond
like everything else in so many ways
but not me, never me;
I am... the safety
I am the padding of the cell
I am the broken fuse allowing all the light to shine.
I am the possibility that smothers the fear in cradle.
Amy Perry Jun 2020
Follow the trail of daisies
That leads to my heart,
Follow like a white rabbit,
Keep your mysticism intact,
Believe, believe, believe,
The beautiful trail you see,
Believe, believe, believe,
It leads straight in to me.
Trapped.
Engorged in a prison box too small for the swelling of my spiritual rotted flesh.
Given the necrosis of civilizational crumbling had cast it's affect unto me,
I melt in the wading pool of an invisible guard wielding the spear of viral pandemic.
I hold steadfast in my mental capacity.
Only to have the prism of stability rocked by the puncturing of many holes in the hot air balloon that glides through the ice...
I am rocked, shook, and unhinged;
I am the door that sways gently in the breeze to the rocking tides of this astral storm of disease.
All of this chaos in the atoms of my mind's eye...
As I simply lay here.
Trapped.
Engorged in the prison of the mind.
I am my own gatekeeper. A militant simply funded by the fear of the invisible guard.
I blink and sip the coffee, sitting up in the bed.
Shake off the madness, and return to stillness.
The Corona of the Sun
Is everlasting

The Corona of the virus
Is a temporary crown on a knight of disease

The black light of this fell Corona
Is made of dust and tears and ash
It will fall when the next wind blows

The Corona of the Eternal
Will outlast and outlive

The pain is only temporary
As, too, our spirits will outlast

We will outlive
For we are mirrors of the Corona
Of Glory
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