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Maria Mitea Feb 2021
that I've died so many times
my body has forgotten how is to be ash,
ordinary mortals fill me with jealousy (of the gods
and those who were trying to test the hemispheres of death
they couldn't find out much,
they failed,
accusing me of being a fanatic captivated by the talent of dying,
- a madwoman running after extinctions,

I recognize,
death seems to be a joke that you cannot compare with the ecstasy in the ***** of love, nor with the light on the buds of the *******,

rounded ivory *******,
lips salty as tears,
everything burns
It burns in the fire,
It burns until you start breathing;
in you, in others, in the first cry, kiss,…
breathing  until you wake up,

in death,
as in life, we ​​are so visible,
and so invisible
since we were born,
and since we died,
our body moves through other bodies,
as the green moves through the leaves of a forest
and I breathe you like a green,

when I last died all that was left was one breath
which in the absence of a body infiltrates inside other bodies,

Indeed, when you breathe the walls of the heart emit light signals,
  I breathe you carefully, like a newborn
on whose face radiates a playful laugh,
apply small prana breathing techniques
(I hope you don't mind)

the entrances and exits of your chest are green paths,
without a way in or a way out to allow promises in the movement of love,
you talk about standing fixed in love, why? love is movement,
frozen love  is not even death, but a wall waiting to be torn down
even after a thousand years of waiting

I breathe through your blood; with thought, with soul, with eyes, with hands,
I run with my lips, I breathe you,
It's the unthought that breathes you in abundance
and above love, and that which I think.
Maria Mitea Jan 2021
What are you doing darling?  I'm thinking of you today,
I think of you as a human,
(you buy milk,  take out the garbage, - clean the house)
then I repeat "stop thinking" I listen to you, believe me, I listen to you,

Let's not pretend today we don't wait for each other,
we don't see each other in the corner of the eye,

You know very well that I didn't leave and I didn't come,
(do not make me cry)
I have not forgotten, nor can I remember,
(do not make me cry)
even if I try, I can't forget you,
untamed immortality what have I done to you?
why do you bury yourself in oblivion,
come tell me what I did to you (do not make me cry)

Why did you call me?- then hide in words wrapped in lead,
That's why you call me? untamed divine thrill,
to ask my helplessness, if I ask you the same,
Come, and listen, see those sad poems marching on the streets
at the Rio Carnival,  decorated in sun feathers,
come, don't be silly, come, -
Lets at last, for one day, be lost in the rays of the sun
and the shadows of the sweet grass,

Stay with me where there is no breath of man and woman,
there is no reason to speak, no greedy words burned in incense,
no parting in death or touching whispers,
echo of mercy, play in the breath of the deaf depth,
Come, play, bathe in the light of me, let me pamper you,
you'll be the earth, I - thin grassroots,
We will admire the lovers bathing in kisses

Believe me, please, believe me, I can't afford to forget  you,
I don't know your face (forgive me for that too)
do not make me cry,
I can not afford to forget you, I have no way of forgetting,
(although today I tried to think of you as a human)



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Traveler Jan 2021
Reincarnation  
We are the energy
Of consciousness evolving
Mathematically invisible
From wound to tomb
We grow by the
Seasoning of our souls!
What more do you need to know?
Traveler 🧳 Tim

It don’t seem likely that any universe that’s expanding, evolving  consciously could somehow leave us out of the game (death)
As if our energy could devolve into entropy

  Deteriorating atom
Cause Multi-versus to splinter off of this one.
If so we have a lot of conscious energy
Eli Jan 2021
Where do leaves
go as they fall
to the ground?

Do they travel
the world or
stay in town?

Do they love
dancing through
the breeze
or long for
union with
beloved trees?

Do they pretend
to be butterflies
floating
and
fluttering
through the sky?

Are they aware
of decomposition
or
Breaking down
slowly once hitting
the ground?

Are they aware
of reality?

Do they know
their existence
won't lead to
permanent fatality?

Are they aware
of the essence
that births
new life
as seeds sprout
from the soil
of Mother Earth?
Tyler Matthew Dec 2020
I don't know about reincarnation
but after you died I saw
a little boy painting an elephant with his fingers
and I thought "there you are"
old willow Dec 2020
Like clouds, like rain, like a dance, like fragments;
silver butterflies are converted breeze of stardust.
palace collapse, shrine ruined, covered in dust and dirt,
My river remain as dusk, valley remain unmoved.
A red string tied around fingertips;
one beginning representing life,
one end representing death;
forming reincarnation.
Mose Oct 2020
It should have felt like utter ecstasy that final feeling of relief.
My soul being quenched after lifetimes of reincarnation.
Seemingly though never quite reaching Moksha.
Just as a desert always kisses the mirage of water but never tastes it.
The solace of peace that I craved.
My finger still lingers over the send button.
Call it trigger happy, but this is sadness with a nose.
Running after people trying to prove something.
Trying to confirm that I was something worth missing.
Someone worth loving.
Bending backwards like a contortionist.
Doing whatever appeases to be loved even if it was me being sacrificed.
The gods were no crueler than I was to myself.
I was a lamb in a lion’s den.
Crawling under the feet of those who never served me.
A wanderer lost in the desolate space between her mind and heart.
Logic doesn’t speak love into the life that is absent.
I see a hand reaching back the feeling of utter relief.
My soul being quenched after lifetimes of reincarnation.
Seemingly though never quite reaching moksha.
JAATC Oct 2020
You inspire me to be better
Assertive like heaven
Positive vibes move subtle, etheric wheather
Though not as you think
Subtle like beyond view ;
vibe Grand like da right hand of the spectrum
Young driver but
Dis ain't my first vehicle
Sight like, first-eye wise
"Nanotangible"
O sumtm' of da direction
The blessing is
We can all share this space of awareness
If we step correct
No draggin
No shade
Upliftment
Sun rays
But the method take
A lil "calminuity"
Yeah I get fluid like da element
In the Magic of Creation
No disruption
No displacement
Focus like a blade being sharpened
Home is Presence
Elena Mustafa Oct 2020
They started when I was
Four years of age
And that was when I realized my soul
The very essence of my mind
Had a passport
As well
My spirit age 4000
My mortal age
31
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