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
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
Hit by your nagging and disturbed perception So what if there is a little mess, some crumbs on the table? Some bowls which need cleaning, a messy cable? Our home is not a sterile doctor’s reception
We get so bruised by your OCD anxiety attack Your irritation and anger fuel the air with a toxic smoke You force us to close the windows, to prepare for a stroke When I want out, you overrule me, and you force me right back
It is so overpowering, so destructive in its essence It saddens me you only see the dirt and messy living Instead of all the love and beauty, we are giving How many ‘meltdowns’ before you’ve learned your lesson?
I have had it with your small-mindedness and your dilution What you give your energy to is just so small seen from our true state In this world of wonder, you only on the breadcrumbs fixate I wish you could laugh at yourself and your unconscious confusion
May your uneasy mind find rest from this unnecessary evil And may all the mess and breadcrumbs of this life manifested Bring transformation and peace to your mind so infested Crumbs or people, we are your teachers; embrace the upheaval!
In killing Medusa we can’t look at her straight As turning to stone would be our faith To transform our immobility response and then heal We must fist our trauma and deepest fear feel
But like Perseus, we must listen to the Wisdom Goddess To not hunt Medusa head-on and stay true to this promise In completing the immobility response to heal our trauma We must follow our symptoms but not fight our karma
When Perseus killed Medusa two creatures arose from her loss Chrysaor, the golden sword of truth and Pegasus, the winged horse Symbols of warrior power, and how to escape our limitations How to be brave, to live in fearlessness and transcendence
The myth of Medusa is a hero/heroine tale of trauma healing Which is not a pathology but a true opportunity for unsealing And transforming our deepest unconscious energy and unfreeze Our full karmic imprint; killing Medusa IS trauma release
Heartlight Poetry 