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Long ago now (if ever), once upon a dream, I was saved by a deity – lovely, serene. Circumstances were dire, I am telling the truth: I was down under water, caught in vines, couldn’t move. It reached out to me, then, from the depths underneath, Pulled me up to the surface; I struggled to breathe. With a song it has lulled me, Of my safety assured me. Years by, haven’t once I remembered the vision. Not until our sudden (or fated?) collision. When I look in your eyes of warm hazel, I hear Softest voice from the memory – ethereal, dear. Are you possibly someone I’ve once only seen, Long ago now (if ever), once upon a dream?
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Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
Once Upon a Dream
Divine hands with the dexterity to disperse a flurry of ethereal fragrances in one’s soul take me on a pilgrimage to the depths of the soul where I touch the core of my consciousness. Soul-stirring fragrance of Sandalwood wafting into my cells takes me to the depth of stillness to free my spirit from the hold of mortality!
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
Freedom from the hold of mortality
*In a time where one and one was utterly confined When nature itself was prompted and no law was defined. In these non pious times before the religious craft did begin, Long before current life filled the world we’re in. Before earthly man was born or multiplied his kind, In earths far away there were people already of mind. Then when Semjasa traveled with Heaven's own heart, Bringing his vigorous warmth to this earth to impart. Partaking of life here he bore Adam by his own command, Thus scattering his maker's image throughout the land. Seth, born of such royal blood, the crown he did wear A soul grateful to his father Adam’s care. And so to the rest, many mothers bore To King David, and the many sons and daughters before. But since like slaves from his bed they did ascend, Only the truest succession could their seed attend. But of all this numerous progeny was none as fit to rule So beautiful, so brave, as this star child, Jmmanuel. Inspired by some other diviner’s gust, His father Joseph got him without any lust. Through his conscious destiny made he the weighed, By other worldly fortitude - the imperials he swayed. Earlier on the mount he won great renown, Healing the sick while dispersing the crown. With soft spoken peace the thoughts of war he could remove, As it seemed as if he were only born to love. Whatever he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone, 'twas his nature to please. His emotions shared in his eyes with grace, As if paradise itself was opened in his face. With secret joy, indulgent people viewed This youthful image in his ancient knowledge renewed. To all that wished - nothing he denied, In doing so he made the whole world his bride. What faults he had for who from faults are free? His father could not or he would not see. Perhaps only the warmest excesses which the profits forbore, Were construed by a youth purged - boiling over. And Mary called him by a specious name, She named him Jmmanuel - not the name of his fame. Thus praised, and loved, the noble youth remained, While Augustus, undisturbed, in Rome reigned. From Rome his life could never be sincerely blest, Nature punishes the bad, and approves only the best. The Jews, a headstrong, moody, a murmuring race As ever tried the extent and patience of grace. God's pampered saints whom, debauched with ease, No King could ever govern nor could any God please.*
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
Celestial Knowledge
*In a time where one and one was utterly confined When nature itself was prompted and no law was defined. In these non pious times before the religious craft did begin, Long before current life filled the world we’re in. Before earthly man was born or multiplied his kind, In earths far away there were people already of mind. Then when Semjasa traveled with Heaven's own heart, Bringing his vigorous warmth to this earth to impart. Partaking of life here he bore Adam by his own command, Thus scattering his maker's image throughout the land. Seth, born of such royal blood, the crown he did wear A soul grateful to his father Adam’s care. And so to the rest, many mothers bore To King David, and the many sons and daughters before. But since like slaves from his bed they did ascend, Only the truest succession could their seed attend. But of all this numerous progeny was none as fit to rule So beautiful, so brave, as this star child, Jmmanuel. Inspired by some other diviner’s gust, His father Joseph got him without any lust. Through his conscious destiny made he the weighed, By other worldly fortitude - the imperials he swayed. Earlier on the mount he won great renown, Healing the sick while dispersing the crown. With soft spoken peace the thoughts of war he could remove, As it seemed as if he were only born to love. Whatever he did, was done with so much ease, In him alone, 'twas his nature to please. His emotions shared in his eyes with grace, As if paradise itself was opened in his face. With secret joy, indulgent people viewed This youthful image in his ancient knowledge renewed. To all that wished - nothing he denied, In doing so he made the whole world his bride. What faults he had for who from faults are free? His father could not or he would not see. Perhaps only the warmest excesses which the profits forbore, Were construed by a youth purged - boiling over. And Mary called him by a specious name, She named him Jmmanuel - not the name of his fame. Thus praised, and loved, the noble youth remained, While Augustus, undisturbed, in Rome reigned. From Rome his life could never be sincerely blest, Nature punishes the bad, and approves only the best. The Jews, a headstrong, moody, a murmuring race As ever tried the extent and patience of grace. God's pampered saints whom, debauched with ease, No King could ever govern nor could any God please.*
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It will haunt her the favorite pencil tip softened just so... paw pushed it somewhere to a secret spot out of vision, her reach a peice of paper elusive yet there... lodged deep amidst a stack of most important things She does not lose well... Not in terms of games or competition but the things in her life that envelop her world tough n' scrappy beautiful n' tender holding all things dear close to her heart Loss is a place of  deepest contemplation Her memories are vibrant, alive She does not lose well creatures and people that are immersed in her life even one pulled out leaves like a building block A tear A gap A hole in her life She does not forget or minimize the pertinance of freindship love A moment that has touched her heart When it is time for the loss the breaking of her heart can be felt through time space The moment becomes filled With rainbows of light She will bathe in that beam... helps guide them home She trusts in the divine finding there solice amidst the flutterings of her tender, broken heart Grief shrouds her A mystical veil that holds her dearly as the pain becomes bearable she will begin to tell her stories once again ~ Christi Michaels ~ June 2014~
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
she does not lose well
* * * * * I saw my reflection in an ethereal mirror My face I could see vision so clear blending with all eternity Ripples of light emanating forth Ancestors behind me a knowing loving force ribbons in hues of celestial colors Held within faces of all humankind blending perfectly from the beginning of time my blood tracing back to first mother Acknowledging all strength from beauty now shown Acknowledging truth I have always known I carry all within my heart I carry all within my mind Knowledge of survival, truth, divine I release my consciousness from earthly tethers I choose to surrender I choose to surround myself with Pure Love Pure Light Pure Sound Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Etherial Reflections
She does not lose well will not forget It will haunt Her avorite Pencil Tip Softened Just So... A Paw pushed it Somewhere to a Secret Spot Out of Vision Her Reach A Peice of Paper Elusive, Yet there... Lodged Deep Amidst A Stack of Most Important Things She does not Lose Well... Not in terms of Games or Competition.. But the things in Her Life That Envelop Her World. Tough, Scrappy, Beautiful Oh-So Tender Holding all things Dear Close to Her Heart Loss is a Place of  Deepest Contemplation Her Memories Are Alive Vibrant.. Stay with Her Immense Joy Her Deep Well of Sadness A Cachet of Stories Reverberate Expanding Outward like Ripples in a Pond. She does not Lose Well The Creatures and People That are Immersed In Her Life Even One Pulled Out Leaves Like a Building Block A Tear A Gap A Hole in Her life She does Not Forget Or Minimize the Pertinance of Freindship Love A Moment that has Touched Her Heart When it is Time for The Loss The Breaking of Her Heart Can be Felt through Time Space Filled with Divine Wisdom She is Able to See All Aspects at Once. The Purpose The Moment Becomes Filled With Rainbows of Light She will Bathe in that Beam... Helps Guide Them Home Knows Intuitively She Trusts in the Divine Finding There Solice Amidst the Flutterings  of Her Tender, Broken Heart. Grief Shrouds Her A Mystical Shawl A Veil that Holds her Dearly till the Pain Becomes at Least Bearable.. Then She will Begin To Tell Her Stories Once Again. Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
She does not Lose Well
She does not lose well will not forget It will haunt Her avorite Pencil Tip Softened Just So... A Paw pushed it Somewhere to a Secret Spot Out of Vision Her Reach A Peice of Paper Elusive, Yet there... Lodged Deep Amidst A Stack of Most Important Things She does not Lose Well... Not in terms of Games or Competition.. But the things in Her Life That Envelop Her World. Tough, Scrappy, Beautiful Oh-So Tender Holding all things Dear Close to Her Heart Loss is a Place of  Deepest Contemplation Her Memories Are Alive Vibrant.. Stay with Her Immense Joy Her Deep Well of Sadness A Cachet of Stories Reverberate Expanding Outward like Ripples in a Pond. She does not Lose Well The Creatures and People That are Immersed In Her Life Even One Pulled Out Leaves Like a Building Block A Tear A Gap A Hole in Her life She does Not Forget Or Minimize the Pertinance of Freindship Love A Moment that has Touched Her Heart When it is Time for The Loss The Breaking of Her Heart Can be Felt through Time Space Filled with Divine Wisdom She is Able to See All Aspects at Once. The Purpose The Moment Becomes Filled With Rainbows of Light She will Bathe in that Beam... Helps Guide Them Home Knows Intuitively She Trusts in the Divine Finding There Solice Amidst the Flutterings  of Her Tender, Broken Heart. Grief Shrouds Her A Mystical Shawl A Veil that Holds her Dearly till the Pain Becomes at Least Bearable.. Then She will Begin To Tell Her Stories Once Again. Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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Condensation Formed the Cloud That caused the Rain To Fall Gathering Force Gathering Speed Gravity pulling them down Banging the roof Pounding cement Soaking into Grass Washing Trees Flowing with ease Hungry to Kiss the Earth Falling...........The Descent Unexpected yet Predetermined Power in numbers Joining into One Filling Rivers Lakes The Dry parched ground All hungry Ravenous Having waited For This moment To Welcome Ethereal Tears from Heaven Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
Ethereal Tears from Heaven