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.
Tag: spirit
My Spirituality
My spirituality is ethereal,
I am floating in the cosmos,
With an Earth mother by my side,
It is a view of spirits real, and tangible at every turn,
My spirituality is elastic,
Growing, stretching, malleable
With the more I come to know,
My spirituality is multiple
In its sources of knowledge,
Of coming to understand what is and what is not,
My spirituality is a song,
A familiar, siren song that awakens parts of my soul
I never knew existed,
My spirituality is eclectic,
It does not follow a straight and narrow,
But rather a loose and wide,
To absorb wonders of a limitless everything that has come to be,
My spirituality is real,
It is more powerful when named,
When identified,
It is beautiful, magickal,
It is of and in me, sustaining me,
Grounding me,
For fear without it,
This body composed of stardust might
Simply float away,
Leaving this glorious spirit bare.
Miraculous – A Theology
This existence is one,
All is connected,
You, me, creatures, objects, great and small
The beginning and end,
Entwined with us all
Out of the nothing, the something formed,
With innate innocence,
A peaceful being of neutrality,
Uninfluenced by established humanity,
This is the beginning of each little galaxy,
Inside another,
The endless universe,
That composes all,
The value free existence
Neither good nor evil,
Just, just;
This is all,
But then enters complexity,
Of competing beings,
Vying for sustained existence,
In a space of resource finitude,
This is millions upon millions of life forms,
Organic material,
Forces of nature,
Air, water, fire, earth,
Coalescing upon and as a miraculous heavenly body,
In an endless sea of space,
Thus this is home,
We,
We are,
And we are
home,
Femininity: Mine
Breasts and waist,
Curves swell,
And I take shape,
Loving every moment of my sensuality,
To merge at the apex,
A rose
Of my femininity.
Curls cascade around shoulders,
Framing face,
There is laughter in their dance,
Messily they shift in place,
They motion to my figure
A goddess,
Clothed,
Sublime,
The heat in my sexuality,
At the core of a femininity,
That is
Mine.
Color is golden,
Brown,
A soft, baked bun,
A bit more than done,
Delicious in its presentation,
Not to mention taste.
Oh, A ripened plum,
Juices,
Dripping from
Your face,
I am more than
Looks—complexion, body, lips,
I am an essence,
A feeling,
A bath of the hypnotic,
Erotic,
I’ll say
The exotic,
I’ll take,
A storm,
And a quake,
A river running through my
Hips,
An orgasm of hope,
A beautiful, trembling descent
Down, down, down
Plunging
Into the familiar unknown.
Between the 2
A lone spirit moves,
Shuttles between the 2 stars,
It’s name is just “Love”.
Spiritual Writing
This is my practice,
My prayer,
To the spirit of existence,
To the spirit of light ,
To the spirit of what moves me
To craft symbols into words
That move the eye
and maybe the heart.
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