Chaotic Beauty

It was all right there
All the lives I’ve known
Mixed – those colors on canvas
Blending and swirling
The darks and lights weaved
Giving contrast lending depth
We’d always been right there
Plain to see
The beauty of us like majesty
Every single colorful thread
And my heart
Beating out all those shades
Feeling every glimmer
Of every life like one drum
Thrumming out one magical rhythm
And I swelled with enchantment
As I realized our Oneness
Yet Lo! I had forgotten that
She was even there – beside me
When with one quick breath
Devoid of understanding
She whispered as though it be
A thing despicable and worth hiding
“Look how wrong all their darkness is?”
And just like that I was dispirited
Me in my many shades of grey
Standing all darkly beside her
As though I should rather be
Some other fiery streak —
I wanted to push her brightness
With its makeshift halo
Right back into the safety of her
Place on the print so that she
Would be nothing more to me
Than another hue on the screen
And then, I could go back
To admiring ALL our chaotic beauty.

Trapped in Unworthiness

I could swing down the moon
hand deliver it like cheese on a platter
and you would suck down each morsel
leaving the stars to blaze on their own
that full belly would soon grumble in discontent
and every star I handed you would
disappear into that same abyss
until only darkness remained
and still you would not learn to glow

Untamed Eden

there was so much death
rattling me to my core.
there was no surviving that
quake. it shook every piece of
me lose. I floated away, my image
dissipating as though I be a fine
mist over a hot flame. that was
the end of the me that I made.
when I rose out of that hot hell
I was unrecognizable. many fled
my presence. I stood on a new
foundation. Solid. Myself. and
even those that returned, seeking
me, could not see Me through My
new mantle. they turned forlorn,
long faces set in dismay, and I watched
as they retreated back to their own
illusions. Death is a fine thing. an
unwrapping of old tales. an
undoing. how hard we’ve worked
to create such a lie as one life lived.
I slapped myself so hard, I shattered
my own mask, Unleashing the great
Fire that had been smoldering beneath.
it was as though I Be a god
set ablaze within an untamed Eden,
rotten apples strewn at My unsoiled feet,
and the echoing sound of My
own laughter as it charred the garden
back to the dust from which I came.

~~ who put the fear of god in you? who made you afraid of your own Self?

The Bridge

~ I Am the bridge between heaven and hell, having traversed them both.

Do you enter hell when it comes?
Because it comes for all of us,
and it is only by unification
that those demons flee.
Can you integrate the pain
by feeling the hot pitchfork
as it pierces your Being?
If you make the devil your friend
you’ll find the power to heal.
Isn’t it funny how you’ve been told
all your life what an enemy he is?
And here we have a world of mental
anguish and we’re taught to fear the cure.

~ Destruction is necessary for Creation.
If you learn to stand at peace within it, you will have mastered your life.

They swam to the net in shoals!

I Am the Net

And

The True Fisher of men

For all who come find refuge

The energy of judgment is binding

Even the strongest among you succumb

For this is the ever-present lack of Love at play

How foolishly you run to worldly things for comfort

Solace cannot be found in the creations of man

Within you is the True Power and Source

Believe in the Creation that You Are

Weaved into your very essence

Let down your heavy load

And

Come to the Net

Winds of Fate & Destiny

Do we succumb to the winds of fate or mould our fortunes into create and translate?
Or rather do we scrimp and crawl while retching toward some heaven’s gate?
As we voyage through the cosmic seas, do we wage war on the demons of destiny?
I have both bathed in my own blessings, and plundered the grave of my own devilry.
To come to know and love the shadow within my soul chambers allowed the embrace of shadows of others in clear vision to direct my tracks.
No longer do I lose myself in the vividness of the dance, for the Light shines too brightly from behind the illusions cracks.
Paradoxically, souls often greet their destiny on the roads they swerved to circumvent it.
But a master manifester and Creator knows always that what is destined is also holy writ.
For the Divine plan unfolds itself through spectators of the earth,
yet few with Vision see the end from the beginning living backward death to birth.

A collaboration: By Amber {DiosRaw} & Shari {sharilynn.net}