My mind is on overdrive,
But this isn’t insomnia,
I’ve found more of myself,
in the mystical,
in sage and clover,
my third eye is opened,
discovering the layers here, there, and in between,
a new world has been opened to me,
eclectic in my ways,
I find myself taking the long way,
Back to what I found as only a child,
Back to basics,
Where and when
God is a woman
Tag: God
To Be a Mystic
A mystic
I have been told I am,
But what does that really mean?
Am I cross-legged meditating?
Or walking through the woods?
Am I receiving images, messages,
Through Divine reinterpretation?
Am I using my mind to deduct reality from what we think reality is?
Am I communing with spirit?
Questioning the limitations of a term such as “God”, against the vastness of the unknown?
Am I a skeptic, a believer, a seeker?
If this is what is meant to be a mystic
I confess,
A mystic,
I am.
Dichotomy
Self Discovery,
In the pursuit of hunting words,
I find my take on the infinite,
My discussions with the universe,
The supreme beyond the capacity for any
Being,
It is everything, and is in everything,
And we are composed of it,
Stardust,
But more,
Greater,
Stardust creator,
I would not call it God,
For surely it is beyond,
Beyond concern,
And of concern for even immortal creations,
Does our sin offend it?
Surely not,
For we are created of it’s complex knots,
Of seeming contradictions,
Good and evil,
Up and down,
In and out:
Dichotomy.
If: God
If there be a God,
She is the everything,
Inside, of, from us
The Nothing
Late at night (now early morning)
I lie awake
and dwell on nothing
-the Nothing
that created Something
that is Everything,
and what created the Nothing,
and on and on…
She of Letters 