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Don’t You Care?

I know you don’t wanna hear from me
‘Cause your life fills you up
But I am walking around alone in the night
Longing to tell you my heart is in shock
That I am encaged with sadness and fright

It pains me you vanished when I needed you here
To share how much hurt he has caused me
That it saddens my heart, that it’s too hard to bear
But you’re oblivious to what you can’t feel or see
What does this mean? Do you really not care?

The feelings of falling short echoes through my mind
When your presence is so disturbed and mistuned
I am penetrated with a feeling that you do not care
No longer present or with my heart attuned
Not sure if I any longer your absence can bear

I know I my own presence must find
To take care of the hurt penetrating my being
To let go of the idea that you should come to my rescue
That it is my own love for myself and my sons that is freeing
The aversions, the longing, the soul-pain tattoo

So I am walking at night with my son in my hand
Kissed by the mild wind and the soft sound of the waves
Don’t really want to go back to our home
At sea, I feel free; back there, I’m encaged
‘Cause at home his madness turn my being to stone

The lesson is now how to stay free and strong
Through the fire and fury, he puts me through
And how not to lose touch of my own blissful being
Even in the absence, I so clearly feel from you
That I am the one my heart longs to be seeing

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Silence

Silence heals
When I look into your eyes
The story stills
No closure, no lies

Silence undo
When I feel your being
Apart we are together too
Truth of oneness I’m seeing

Silence opens
And spears my illusions
I feel your love
The end of confusion

Silence creates
A space of beauty and bliss
No need to escape
My longing is this

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

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Longing for Oneness

Paralysed when I don’t hear from you
My words of insecurity I can’t undo
Tough as concrete but nothing new
You are not just one but quite a few!

The story is the same with many different faces
But seeing it in you, I can’t look at other places
I want you back in my life, as with my presence
When will I fully be love? Be fully my essence?

Will you come back and be my heart’s vocation?
Or must I stay forever in this prison of penalisation?
Or is my freedom in the ‘not escaping’ sensation?
Life is freedom if not lived in paralysing separation

In longing for oneness, I see I long for you ‘man’
who can open my being; is it something you can?
And can I let you love me fully into fluidity once again?
Then my love will expand without being sprained

I often wonder if my longing for hearing from you
Could be healed just by deeply knowing my blue
In reality, is a gateway to my heartbeating’s glue
Realising being with myself IS to be with you too

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Scars

Scars on my body I’ve been afraid to share
If you would reject me, I couldn’t bear
I try all I can to heal the unloved and damaged
but the scars of my life let my freedom banished

Scars on my soul I’ve been afraid to share
If you would in truth turn out not to care
I try to heal the distorted, the needy vanity
but the scars of my life throws me into insanity

Scars in my heart I’ve been afraid to share
If you of my loneliness became aware
I try so hard to heal the void in my heart
by loving my scars, to love them as art

Thanking the scars for playing their part
In showing me where I from love am apart
For their unspoken ability to tell me the truth
“We, your scars, are your story but not truly you”

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The Carousel of Love

So here I am again, thrown off the carousel of love
Lying here on my own with bruises no one knows of
Why was I not able to hold on to this magnificent ride?
I melted in your sweetness, was ready to pay the price

And even though I am now experienced in these hard crash landings
I still believe I fell with a dizzy head full of misunderstandings
And I believe, if I could just find clarity deep within my heart
We would still be on the ride together, not being separate, apart

But when I listen to the intuition of my soul and being
I know there’s something deep within I keep myself from seeing
And If I could just make the prison guards of my heart look away
I would ride the carousel of love with you again one day

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

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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!

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Violet Flames

Violet flames you burn all that’s unloved so I again can rise above
The stuck, fragmented and shoved, transforming pain into your love
Your violet flame has my being perfused, infusing me with a radiant truth
That all I hold on to in bringing feelings of sooth, it is now time to truly undo
Violet flames you are transforming my frights, into the sacred of all holy lights
I am burning to ashes my will and my frights, no longer scared of evil and heights
No longer letting my-self being bruised; no longer letting my-self be reduced
In your violet fire, I am seduced to live with your powerful truth perfused
No longer reducing myself to a peasant, in truth I am love and light in your essence
Violet flames in your evanescence, I am transformed in the light of your presence

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Sorry, Forgive me, I Love You, I Thank You

Sorry my dear for the hurt that I caused
For not seeing you, for my will being forced
For not softening to the ‘true you’ that’s behind
When not acknowledging that also I can be blind

Forgive me my dear for not realizing your love
For meeting your hurt with rejection and shove
For being so hard on you, stone-cold to the bone
When your sadness and tumult was only the known

I love you my dear for all that you are
For breaking my shield, for opening my scar
For mirroring my being’s light and projections
When being love amongst imperfections

I thank you me dear for the path we have walked
For words touching my heart without being balked
For your bravery, kindness, for your light shining through
When being in presence I know I AM you

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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

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We Didn’t Know Each Other

We didn’t know each other, but we knew ‘the space’
A joyous room, a placeless place
But the `space’ disappeared when you went away
My body got heavy, my mind went astray

We didn’t know each other, but our hearts recognized
A resonance of truth, and I then realized
I needed to belong to that which doesn’t disappear
To that which are ever-present even though you are not near

We didn’t know each other, but it felt like we did
When we were open, and nothing was hid
In that consciousness of belonging to the truth
We saw our lights, not what was bruised

We didn’t know each other in the realm of the intranscendental
But in the transcendental, we were out of ‘the mental’
Belonging to the knowing of light in our soul
The bruises were healed, I was again whole

We didn’t know each other as physical beings
Or the psychological baggage we were freeing
But being in each other’s presents did not only bring bliss
The distorted and painful sealed we would miss

We didn’t know each other, and I wonder if we ever will
‘Cause I won’t force you to be here, I won’t make that kill
I will live with my sorrow in the small things, as wide
left in wonder why you turned back, why you chose to hide

We didn’t know each other, but we loved the way it appeared
To happen out of nowhere without it being us who steered
But now it is us keeping our hearts apart and unseeing
What is really the truth in the depth of our being

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