Before she died

By Deliberately Evolving
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When your sense of self
becomes blurred,
Lost in patterns,
Fractured.
What had appeared whole,
Split personas.
Are any real?
Of any substance?
My beliefs
About myself,
life,
of existence itself,
I doubt my thoughts
And question
From where they rise.
Shanty town -
My mind,
Made from scraps
I found.
Trash to shelter,
Kept from storm
Or harm,
Worked but
never kept me warm.
Flattened by tornado
That I myself sent
To teach me truth
And live authentic
Truth stripped bare.
Where ribbons bedecked
Rusty tin scrap roof,
Pretending this was home,
Alone,
There is nought to dress
The reality bare.
I know there’s love
I’ve seen it
Witnessed perfect presence
Felt the pureness
Of what could be
Having tasted
I could end it here,
Drift unaware -
But life to me
Does not belong
not mine to take
And work is not yet done.
centred Continue -
Feel free...
Free to just be
Guarded I’ve been
But here I see
Here in this corner
A place of safety
Space to be me
Here in this silence
Words are felt
Sight of soft skin
Means something else...
Sincerity and
naturalness
A moment blessed
True life is felt
A shining light
from solar plexus
In love - We’re all connected.
I dream my life at
conscious edge
ebs and flows
Comes and goes
It knows
Not what is true
What appears illusions
Confusions and fusions
Of imagined and real.
Steal a moment
Sit with me in silence
Allow all thoughts
Of who to drop away
No me nor you
We’ll see what’s true
In that truth we’ll play
Til’ death of mind
Steals my thoughts
Erase the memories
False conditionings
I am not
I am not Any more
The story of ‘me’
Dissolved in questions
Naked, stripped bare
Of who we were
Words can’t tell
Us who we are
Or who we think we ought to be
In silence we are free.
In silence
true love I see.
As I fade and disappear
For once I’m here.
For the moment
Things are clear.
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