Poetry

Much love

I wanted to blame them all, I didn’t want to explore anymore,
I thought I’d cracked it.
I’d blast it no need to find out and discover anymore.
I knew the programmes I run, for sure.
Ah but did you change them, did you put yourself first,
did you say no, no more, as much I see you, I feel you,
I have to say no, your frequency is low, and then I feel that too;
and I play it, that field of you, hoping this time its true!
As I bleed out once again; in the victimhood game.
No I don’t want to know this game of the insane, trying to blame, shame and tame.
This personhood, it mistook love,
of all it was,
as she got dragged in the sag of the construction of the production,
of the show of another host,
who likes to toast the misfortunes of most.
This world is for living and giving, and loving,
not troubling and blubbering and destruction.
I choose to see all that I can Be and forgiveness I give for the woman,
who tried to hide the hurt inside,
knowing that feeling it and dealing with it,
was the only way to be with it.
Experience its true what will you do,
close it all?
Shut out the world?
What I’m discovering,
the more I’m untangling,
Is the gift that I Be,
for the world didn’t make me,
For I am my world inside,
and now I’m no longer going to hide,
I’m going to alive it,
Ignite, see with eyes of light,
I’m all space
so potential I have in the image I create.
So no more taking up space,
those parasites little mites,
who dangle and tangle and fangled Oops I see you now,
I laugh out loud, how creative I have been,
to see feel and think and Be. 

much love I send to thee xxxx

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Traveling the path.

3 January 2023

Golden gate

3 January 2023