Original artwork, Original poetry

The Key to Love

The mass awareness of love is built on this belief
That love is something to seek on the outside
And that this love is the cause of our agony and grief

It is so crazy how many of us spend our lives searching
For the key to intimacy with another being
When this kind of ‘love’ is so unfulfilled and lurching

We lost touch with our deepest nature and truth
That without our mind’s stories of ‘what should have been’
We would live each moment fulfilled with no need to soothe

In realising we are sole owners of our own making
We see the pain we convince our self another is causing
Is not the truth, that they are only partaking

Partaking in the vibrational frequency, WE are creating
Our unconsciousness projects it outward
And only feels complete in this surface relation

But as long as we only identify with this surface shell
Who thinks it has to have something from others
We create our own dungeon; we create our own hell

Being unable to see the truth for the encapsulating smoke
We do not realise we are not victims of circumstances
That we are not an uninvited guest, nor a beggar or a joke

Being fully human takes a lot of courage and trust in the Divine
But in moments of losing faith, we forget the essential
That honouring truth will bring forward a life more than ‘just fine’

In awakening to love, the essence in another is all we are seeing
Judging no one and needing nothing else than what is
Surrendering to life creates true love amongst every being

The separated, crying, longing, depressed shell of a soul
Then transforms through the pain into a deeper beautiful being
In realising oneness, we’ll finally be fulfilled, blissful and whole

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

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!

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.

Original artwork, Original poetry


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

© 2022 Original painting and poetry by heartlight.blog. All rights reserved.