Original artwork, Original poetry

Beyond

Beyond the conceptual world, I see
Is a truth reflected deep inside of me
That I am the one creating this madness
The war, the fighting, the unstoppable sadness

So instead of pushing for change in the world, I live in
Holding on to ideas of what should have been
I hold my gaze at the war in my being
Lovingly caring for the wounded soldiers, I am freeing

All my inner soldiers of hurt, blame and reject
I let them recover deep inside my chest
And when they feel ready to let down their armour
The world I create is one so much more calmer

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

Original artwork, Original poetry

Midlife Crisis?

Is this a midlife crisis?
Or just awareness rising?
A post-traumatic stress responds
In letting go of all my ‘wants’?

Something has changed deep within
Which releases all that’s been
And opens up for something new
A deeper calling to be true

True to my heart’s stillness and peace
And it’s longing for life in blissful ease
Where all that’s real will stay and thrive
And the old distorted will vanish and die

So is this a midlife crisis?
Or just awareness rising?
A post-traumatic stress responds
In letting go of all my ‘wants’?

© 2022 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No longer referring to their mind’s outdated archives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

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