Category: Poetry
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My Way Back Home
I feel it. I feel the longing from the depths of my being. I feel it crashing like a wave that hasn’t yet identified itself as separate from the ocean. Always returning to wholeness after breaking. When thoughts do nothing but confuse me, it’s in the essence of meaningless words woven together that I find…
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Gold
Layers and layers start peeling off to reveal the gold that had always been there. We resist change. We resist letting go of what needs its own space and time to shed. We hold on to the illusion of control, when we can’t even breathe alone. It’s life, it’s Her, that breathes us. The delusion…
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The in between
That moment when the sun is not yet completely shining but you perceive its light. That liminal space between the darkness of the night with its quiet depths, and the raging heat of the day with the light that pierces the eyes. That bridge between states, where awareness shivers in a constant swirl to find…
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She plays Her game
She plays Her game, and I am just a tiny part of it all. She veils my path, and unveils with utmost clarity what my eyes don’t want to see but my heart knows: that I have no control. I am only a reflection inHer Great Ocean of Being. A sparkle of light floating away…
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In Your Arms
In the luminous darkness of the cave of the heart, I felt You embracing me. Holding me. Knowing me. Loving me. You are the destroyer of illusion, the sustainer of love, the creator of eternity. The Mother. The Teacher. The Beloved. In You, I lose mySelf, only to be found again in Your arms.
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Journey To The Self - Viaje Hacia El Ser 