#transcending
Blooming consciousness
transcending god’s creation.
Shedding feeble flesh.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 9:03 AM UTC
I want to travel great distances, far beyond reach.
Won't you come with me?
I want to escape this plane and walk dimensions unseen.
Won't you go with me?
I won't drink a drop, nor fill up my lungs, or inhale the dust, you see.
No for me, it is tranquil and freeing
To stay awake while sleeping,
Clear of mind and ego, pure of soul,
Surrendering with no control.
Walk with me. Sink with me. Be with me.
See the truth of your findings in all its complexity.
Realize that all is not so vexing,
Much too is rooted in simplicity, frequency.
To be is to feel, and to see is to heal.
Know you and love you so you can know and love all others properly.
Understanding love is knowing humans can't be property.
Recognize that we are each individual entities.
We cast our signatures on the world
As we journey on through life.
Seeking to make ourselves a bit more pure,
We adopt a heart that's more gentle and kind.
Growth is self reflection, and being aware of Who You Are.
And if it scares us, well it isn't too bizarre.
Change never comes easy.
We must want it. In all things.
Facing hard truth is none too pleasing,
But in the end what a comfort it brings
To find your resolve and to be humbled by the universe,
And gain knowledge in perspectives that are diverse.
Lie in the stillness that is. Be moved by the warmth and bliss.
My mind releases the chaos surrounding me.
And I go further into the abyss
I hear no music, but the sound is sweet.
Such happiness that swells in me,
Tell me, wont you go with me?
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
My body burns still,
How could you turn
When I yearn still.
Life is a lesson,
Guess I got to learn still.
Burnt-out but I burn still.
Lust disguises Love
And Hate Sings loudly,
Broke me - like tobacco smoke me. but you still stand proudly.
You should still love yourself,
Even if I resent every twist and fold,
Before one warms they must feel cold.
But I still love you,
**** it's true I still love you.
Still I walk paths that are new.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
I can fall in love with your words,
Without ever meeting the person behind them.
I could be infatuated by what you have to say,
Without ever hearing a moments speech from your lips,
Feel touched without the need for physical embrace,
Because every emotion shared is a kind of kiss.
It's certainly not romantical (although it offers no barriers to such),
No, this is something far more real,
Transcending the animal need for the flesh to intertwine,
So much more than the roundabout hellos and goodbyes,
Beating even the are you OKs and I feel that way toos.
It's the simple "I am here. This is me."
So glorious in its simplicity that it could break a heart,
Or mend it, depending on the reciever,
Although I suppose the point is there is no reciever,
Like the triumphant cry of the lone mountaineer,
Or the screams of a mother who's lost her child,
Only far more composed in their release.
I sometimes feel like I'm reading words not meant for my eyes,
(And, in a sense, I suppose they're not).
They are far more beautiful than words that need to be read,
These are words that were meant to be written.
I find myself hating humanity to its very core,
Although each individual has traits I love endearingly-
Every last one- (even ****** created works of beauty),
But you, who have encapsulated a piece of divinity,
Within such common things as words - I love you more.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
In the spirit of progress
Let us not forget
Love is label free
~
in my preferred world
Love
needs no
man made moderating,
judgement,
or sanctioning.
No, in that expansive world
Love exists purely..
defying
institutions or packaging
Or Supreme Court pandering
<open letter to society>
The kind of love I aspire to
and have discovered
transcends your stamp of approval.
Love Is.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
The wolves did not just stalk quietly through cadmium woods.
Their teeth grew madder and rose from each others throats.
The tigers did not just sleep on mossy slopes,
they colored the afternoon fushia and indigo from caladon heights,
The dragon with its terrible emerald tail and ruby glare,
did not merely threaten to incinerate everything around it.
Spiders prepare a grave.
This thing in a binding tomb.
A multitude of flames, a million orange and blue....
Tears cremating the past.
A burning snow falling everywhere.
When the darkest angel of all, sits at last upon my chest,
permanently enfolding me in its radiant wings....
A creature without a voice,
A voice without a name.
As immortal as mi life,
come here at long last to summon the wind.
© Crystal Erickson
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
Poetry can’t be a limitation
Words radiating the poet’s imagination
Transcending beyond mere understanding
Poetry mesmerizes the soul and heart
Words beyond the regular
Reading between the lines, to decipher
For Poetry shall remain forever
Lyrical hymns, always hummed by poem lovers
Surviving the centuries, and beyond
Poetry can pay tribute, to unspoken feelings
From poet to poet and from poems to poems
A rich legacy will weave intricate Art
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
We are the beginning
Of the end
The hope pulsing
Behind brown sugar skin
Dissipating
Fading with the setting sun
Darkness settles
Cloaks thrown over bare shoulders
Goose flesh dancing
Waltzing across pale skin
Raw
Tender to the touch
A freshness so ripe
It drips with youth
Raindrops across ***** window panes
Born anew
Flooded with the glow of promise
Balanced nimbly on our pinkies fingertips
We will surface again
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC