September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

Silence & Chatter

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

balance found between sight and sound

between light and profound

between words of wisdom and works of wisdom

heart silences the chattering mouth of mind

now body sleeps

as spirit creeps

into every

auricle and ventricle

cell and seam

free wheeling healing and making space for clarity’s gifts

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

clear skies and some sparkle

eyes to the skies

toes to the ground

don’t know who i am praying too but i believe in you

God

Transmuted Jesus

Universe

A chorus of Angels

A ratchet ass entity that chose divinity after a change of heart/ fresh start

As they prey for me and pray for me you stay with me

On this walk

This journey

Many thanks i give

eyes to the sky

toes to the ground

Flame on

Wrapped in knowing

Super charged by the words of her mother

She faced what had fractaled her foundation

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

Letting go of those old stories was a must

Making space for the new

Making space for the true

Ashes to Ashes

Dust to Dust

She released what had fractaled her foundation

Super charged by the love of her mother

Wrapped in growing

*flicks bic and lets it burn

https://downtoearthalien.com/2018/11/14/wheres-my-lighter/