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For the soul to be cleansed,
it must be free of scarring.
To remove the shards embedded,
it must give itself to the flames.
When my conscience is blurred by my rage,
my heart weakens.
The pain returns...
I can feel it again.
Lodged in my back and seared over,
yet not removed.
In a moment of weakness and doubt,
tainting karma
with the blood of my decisions,
I have blackened this part of me,
turning from light.
My incarnation lives with this debt
from the bleak past.
These wounds will not heal until I have changed
and the sickening, dormant hate
is released.
When the shaman looked into my eyes,
grasping my wrist
to restrain the malice of my intentions,
he glanced into cold vacancy
festered with wrath.
Hampuy!
Calling on the great winds now.
Into silence, I descend my mind.
Focusing on the extraction of my past;
arrows thrown to the flame.
The callosity rips from the scars.
These old marks I've forgotten and left alone
can now be sealed and cleansed.
Every night, I've relived
the attacks sworn against me,
pushed away out of my thoughts.
Acceptance had escaped me.
The longer I hold on,
suffering
from this
and my own mind,
the longer I lose faith
in this world-
letting
blindness take me.
No more controlling me.
I let go
of the
scorn latched within.
showing no empathy
for those whom
seek out
to berate me.
Calling on the great winds now.
Into silence, I descend my mind.
Focusing on the extraction of my past;
arrows thrown to the flame.
The callosity rips from the scars.
These old marks I've forgotten and left alone
can now be sealed and cleansed...
and cleansed...
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"Does it please you now to travel far?",
she asked him through her sobbing.
On those native shores, he left a weeping heart,
sacrificing his love.
Like a storm in his mind-
what purpose and future
tied themselves to his life?
The star of his birth would guide him through
treacherous waves and currents.
Over the waters of underestimated ferocity,
he sought the oracle to tell him of his soul's destiny.
Trusting in himself that he would become the master of the sea.
Trusting in brothers that they would return home on the moon's second cycle.
"For a man driven by the preconceived notion
that his spirit's origin grants him any fulfillment in life,
so foolish he has become; leaving all that he has, only to prove
he was never so sure of any notion at all."
Upon first nightfall, the sea begins to whiten.
Thundering roars swell in the air.
Lowering the yards, closing reef to all sails,
the weight of fear has struck his heart.
Absent of his faith, the Gods are mighty now.
The ocean sprays the clouds.
Pulled into the depths,
he is staring at heaven from below this infernal pool.
The wreckage of the vessel
serves as a graveyard to him.
He cannot see beyond the
pitch black clouds above.
He whispers only one name,
she feels a pain her chest.
Thoughts racing as time slows down,
hope drifting with him.
Waves echoing his last words
send dark vibrations to land,
where she offers appeasement
to enraged eastern
winds.
Both her eyes and his lungs
have filled themselves with water
and quiver as they're straining to
feel love once more.
"Lucifer, father, what have I done? Was my fate just a tragedy?"
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Hiraeth
04:54
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Perennials torn from soils of birth life...
the base stems writhe in thirst-
longing for a path to trace.
In still contemplation, bereavement unveils
a sense; transcending my current body and form.
The turning wheel of life
only renews.
What once was shall
never be again.
Somewhere in a vast ocean of thinning smoke,
memories can hear my yearning in cosmic winds.
Engravings wither with the bodies they're carved in-
all that we remember is having gripped the stone.
Lusting for regression; a strange desire for a suicidal rebirth
backwards in time.
What home could conjure this? The only thing I have inhaled is the stale air of a cold prison.
The skin of our cruel vessel sheds infinitely.
The being inside it is left to sulk and rot.
Should I ascend and return to whence I came,
I would have just begun to search for what was lost.
The turning wheel of life
only renews.
What once was shall never be again.
Somewhere in this vast ocean of thinning smoke,
memories can hear my yearning in cosmic winds.
Engravings wither with the bodies I carved in-
all that I remember is having gripped the stone.
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Eighteenth Breath
07:15
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A right of passage must be bestowed upon one's spirit
in this lifetime on our earth.
In order to travel between spiritual realms,
retaining the essence of one's true self,
Mer-Ka-Ba needs to be opened and put in motion.
The chakras must balance, the eye must stay open.
The first six focus on the balance of polarity.
The prana must flow into the crown and out of the heart.
A center light must be established to expand the sphere.
It will surround the body as it grows from every breath.
The tetrahedron now complete, energy must align
at the center of the body. it will brighten.
The cross point shifts to the fourth chakra, perception ascends.
The higher self will enter through channels opened above.
Permission must be granted to continue the process.
Connection to all life will bridge universal love.
At equal speeds, rotation can begin.
At nine tenths the speed of light, the matrix will form.
Never breaking,
never failing,
never wavering,
unconditional love
is the only
way to open
the heart and mind,
connecting the soul to God.
When the breather
has returned to
the source of life,
they will never be the same.
The eighteenth breath
cannot be taught-
it will be learned
when the time has been chosen.
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Nil
03:42
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