I keep getting lost in the
ways of the world.
My soul wanders
She's curious
The distraction
The disruption
The ... devastation
Getting caught up in what
the eyes of others may see
Led astray
I must cleanse
Moon water.
Oh the powers of miss
Luna
She controls our oceans
She's a mirror so that we can
find our way amongst the darkness
She connects to the tides
of my womanhood
She can make people go
mad
She can bring peace
I recognize the power of the moon
Everything around us is
connected
We are one
Yet so different
Our souls had an indefinite
number of lives to live
Your soul chose this one
The over-focus on "purpose"
is killing our souls
Our core
Purpose is within everything
Do not confuse it for goals
Our soul needed specific lessons
to be learned to advance further
You soul chose you
And yet we are so quick to let it
become poisoned
Some people never recognize
the power they hold
Intuition
Retrospection
Deja vu
All whispers in our ears
guiding our paths
Do not plug your ears up
with the cruel words of humanity
The beauty of being human
is that we have two lives
Our spiritual one
The one most never find
And the one we like to think
is reality
How devastating to know
that we have numbed each other
with toxicity so that our souls
can not advance
Empathy
A blessing
A curse
The ability to feel another persons
soul just by simply
being in their presence
Connection
We are so very connected
and yet our earthly ancestors
divided us
What are we to do with a dying
broken planet
When so many remain blind
Refusing to feel how very
important this home is
for our soul paths
and our human survival
Intelligence
Many say humans are the most
intelligent creatures on earth
And yet our brains get us
in the most trouble
Other animals understand
They understand the
process of life
The need for a cycle
Not an end
And so humans killed them
"How dare these otherlings
find simple peace"
Then those beautiful, peaceful
creatures cease to exist
Only ornaments on walls or
fossilized beneath us
There lies the answer
Our souls only occupy
these fleshy bodies built to
sustain life
Our souls don't need earth
they use it as a tool
A place to grow
This is not our home.
The "alien invasion"
has already happened
It was humans
My one wish to all souls
is that you see that truly
you are your soul
This human life is what you make it
People will come
People will go
There will be hate
There will be love
Death
Life
Pain
Serenity
Complexity is in our nature.
Awakening
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Broken Pieces
PoesíaThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
