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Sophia of the World

Knowledge is a true blessing,
For knowledge is given.
From the omniscious energy
Full of All that there is and is to become.
Knowledge cannot be personally attained.
Having common sense is not merely enough;
One must be lacking, yearning, seeking for completeness.
A young man may dwell on memories of better days,
Or contemplate on all there is and receive
an idea, transformed to action—Will.
A mouse may seek out his own food,
or he may realize he is being fed.

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The Center is All

Between this reality and the ones in minds eye, of which do I reside?
In the center of it all, is the All.
Chaos, harmony, ugliness and beauty.
Sirens, guns blaring, and wise words from Djehuti.
The police helicopter circles and the Dove sings overhead—
Serenity amidst disruption.
A boulder in a rushing river.
Life is motion, then it is stillness.

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Descent

Taking his time down the steep dark descent,
He only found her by way of scent.
“Where are you?” Said he, reaching but not finding.
“There is another world up there only found by climbing!”
“Shhh!” She sang, gaze affixed to shadow image on the wall.
A hopeless heartache—if only they knew a fraction of it All.

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Venus Rising

At times I feel her arise in me.
The divine feminine smirking with power.
A blackness so brilliant—
Like the sheen of a crow in the Sun.
The dark murky waters of creation is where she dwells.
Animate by her energy, I enter the quantum;
Where there is no state of becoming, rather, Absolution.
She is both life and death,
The guiding and tempting force of which I am present vessel.

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A Reflection of Heartache

Written Nov. 2012

At this point, we both know it’s over. Your room knows we’re over. Your chest of drawers know. Your walls hanging with pictures of us know. Your sheets suck in the scent of me, only to torture you while you sleep. As you lie there, your mind will unknowingly recognize my scent. And as you reach for me, you’ll awaken alone and cold. But for now, we’ll lay here and think of the emptiness that is to come.

It’s quiet now. You’ve just told me we won’t last. You lay your head on my chest. “I wonder if she can hear my heart breaking?” I imagine my heart as shifting tectonic plates. As my brain scrambles to recognize this feeling, it exclaims “Ah, heartache. We meet again.” My brain relays messages to my liver, kidney, colon, muscles, nervous system, and lungs of the coming storm. They then ready for the great purge of sorrow to come.

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If I Could Give You the Stars and Outer Space

What sort of love is this?
Do you think of me when the morning dew hits?
In my arms do you feel any bliss,
A sudden need for a kiss?
There is love, but of what kind?
Confused passion for we are blind.
We are the scars left on another over time.
Or have we settled-assuming true love we’ll never find?
I feel no warmness from you.
When times of happiness are seldom few.
Why do we return expecting something new?
My inmost thoughts you pretended you knew.
I don’t want love like your movies on lifetime.
You should already know me without a lifeline.
I wish we had met at the right time,
Never really felt you to be all mine.
You fight yourself from change.
Both of us can’t seem to act our age.
But I somehow found a way,
Into my soul- things I cannot convey.

If this is what I’m left with,
I’ll have nothing at all.
Love has become some myth
Leading me unto the Fall.

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From Bitter Submergence, Loving Enlightenment.

This life it weighs on thee.
Bound to material,
the physical we endure combatively.
Earth-born all is ephemeral.

Ancient works uncovered,
only intensify a burden.
We are fallen angels unfeathered,
—of that I am certain.

Two into one, of three we be.
Yet unto one a return,
and of three they see.
Of transcendent planes we yearn.

Mortality the prescription,
sense perception an unawakened state.
Past loves I’m missin’-
dwelling on the things I hate.
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Of those from within,
and those of without.
Some just trying to win,
others filled with doubt.

On heavens light we pretend,
the end we cannot comprehend.
Seek and ye shall find,
an aeon not bound by time.