poem

Saviors of Ourselves

We are the sun

We are rays of light

We are one with the universe

We are the ones we were waiting for,

We remember when we wanted them to save us.

We now know we are the saviors of ourselves.

We know we are infinitely powerful.

We know we are stepping out of every program and limitation right now.

We are moving forward, sometimes striding proudly, and sometimes on all fours, crawling..

and knowing we got through those things that made us stronger.

We are strength, we are power.

We are allies in transformation.

We are informants to one another of the truth,

the truth of our own liberation and freedom, empowerment through being ourselves

passing it like a 'frequency gift' which some take and run with, and others don't even see.

Yet others give it back and keep on keeping on because it seems to scary to open

the reminder that they are free, the gift of liberation.

Perhaps you need to rest where you are for a bit, before the radical transformation comes?

You can shift your reality.

You can live your own dreamtime.

The blood moon
calls me and you
to sail on the banks of love
and to float away as light as a souffle
with the clown called fun.
Or does it call us ...

continued on http://www.elephantjournal.com/2015/09/supermoon-poem/

Malvika Vazalwar

#THISBEAUTIFULDISASTER #ANONYMOUS #POEM#EXCERPT 

Every Action,
Every Vibration,
Every Movement,
Every Sensation,
Perfect!
Perfect beyond Measure!
All in Life,
Is a jewel of a treasure.

Rainstorms, lightning & sun,
Dance in harmony as weather.

As sadness, joy & suffering,
Flap their wings together.

While love, pain & ecstasy,
Rise like waves then settle.

The mountain is always unified,
Every altitude & level.

ॐ

I am here, but not here.
Exist & dissapear.
Smile and then tear.
Vanish, then am clear.

I am Dead and then alive.
Humble, then full of pride.
Hurt, then full of bliss.
Neglected, and then missed.

I am yesterday then tomorrow.
Joy fused with sorrow.
Afraid and then brave.
A king and a slave.

I am Constantly changing.
A Transforming sensation.
Memory Erasing,
Flowing Embrace.

Here then not here,
Dead & Alive.
Live in eternity, but reside in time.
The impermanent story of humanity divine.
Experience all emotions from depression to sublime.
Day to Sunshine, constant continuation.
One with the earth we are....always in rotation.
- Nature Flow

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Note: I am not usually into writing poetry but I was guided this morning to write this poem. I received confirmation that my guides and angels were working together with me on this when I unknowingly posted it on my blog at precisely 11:11. Feel free to share freely, with proper credit. Love & Light, Rach

http://yourgypsysoul.wordpress.com

my heart is breaking
the angels cry
a nation is mourning
questioning why

answers won’t come easy
some may never be found
for now, we can open our hearts
to let the sorrow drown

we can argue about guns
and we can argue about motives
yet all the while
families and friends speak votives

my heart is breaking
and the angels cry
what difference could I be making?
my mind gives no reply

it’s no small feat
to fix a world broken
but i’ll start small, and
continue until everyone has woken

it’s a fact i know that
true change starts within
so i’ll start with a smile
and call everyone my friend

and someday i know
this philosphy will expand
to include one and all
in each and every land

my heart is mending
the angels tears are dry
we’re all in this together
let’s give Love a try

Written July 20, 1995:

ON THE HORIZON

I see it on the horizon,

hiding in the sunrise,

hiding in the sunset,

every day coming

a little bit closer,

and I am so puzzled!

It is not that I didn't know,

it is not that I didn't think of it,

it is just that

if you had never seen a tiger

or a picture of a tiger

and then you saw a tiger in the garden

you might run for your camera

screaming out

that is the biggest cat I ever saw!

but if someone had told you

what a tiger looked like,

and then said, well,

the tiger will be coming soon

but you'd never SEEN one,

you might sit by the flowerbeds

watching day and night

jumping at every shadow,

only to wonder

is that the tiger coming now?

Faye Hall