#etherial
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?
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 1:26 PM UTC
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!
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 11:54 AM UTC
*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.*
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
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~
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
* * * * *
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.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
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
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
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
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC