Original artwork, Original poetry

Little People

Little man and little woman
Longing for recognition from one another
“Tell me I am pretty, tell me you love me“
And dare you take those words away from me

Little man and little woman
So much out of yourself, you have lost all power
Lost yourself in the other
Reducing yourself to half a heart

Little man and little woman
So ignorant of your own immense power
So swirled up in the belief of half
Lost touch with your wholeness of being

Little man and little woman
How can you love one another if your heart is half?
How can love flow from your being if you are not present?
If you are wrapped up in stories of yesterday?

Little man and little woman
Don’t reduce yourself to such little people
Don’t do to yourself what your perpetrators did to you
Be the one you always wished would save you

Little man and little woman
Why not realize your immense beauty and power?
Why not recognize that you deep down are fulfilled?
That you are the one you have been looking for?

Little man and little woman
It is time to realize that you are not such little people
Realize that you are the unconditionally loving presence
let this knowing penetrate all your layers of bewilderment

Little man and little woman
Stop living these small lives
Fall deeper into being
You are the miracles of greatness!

You are, in truth, all but little!

© 2021 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

Original artwork, Original poetry

Awakening

Sleepwalking beings hurrying through their lives
Married to an illusion as husbands and wives
Fighting for themselves, for their part and appreciation
Chasing every illuminated thrilling sensation

They are only able to feel themselves in light of the other
Playing a well-rehearsed role as partner, father and mother
But when they start to tune in to the voice of their hearts
They will see they are more, more deep and more vast

Wakening up, they will begin to realize and see
That the world is so much more than just a “you and a me”
That there are nowhere to hurry, no end goal to achieve
Nothing and no one can in truth bring relief

Now consciously slowing the paste of their lives
No longer referring to their mind’s outdated archives
Unlocking their love to share with the world
No longer they are stagnant, at sleep and furled

They are now fluid, free beings at peace
In a world of tumults, they go through with ease
No longer fighting, being ignorant or wavering
But illuminated beings who are truly awakening

© 2021 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.