#trancend
no matter how far you travel
the road always stretches
the stops increase
as do the miles between
if you ever make it close
the distance will seem to grow
the road home is an eternity of searching
for something you will never know
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
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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