Amazing poetry with great meaning.
She Spoke of Reality and I Became We
A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver
Echoes and ripples are infinite…
She spoke of mind and deep emotions that rattled my intuition. I have always wandered through dark thoughts, wondered on light. The ifs, hows, whys. I am an old soul encased in a mere vehicle which drives me from A to B. A sensitive spirit who draws down the moon because the sun seldom dares to shine. She talks of reality and all I can think is what a monster of the world we have created. If our thoughts become our reality, so to speak, then I have damned and doomed myself a thousand times over yet also found liberation through such danger. We gain nothing if we do not venture into madness for a while, if we do not address the embedded thorns of our hurt, be it individually or globally. There has to be more. Not because I wish it so but because I feel it. Intuition is a spark that most people fear to add flame to. For me, I live and love by intuition. Perhaps that is why I find this world such a battlefield, a place that weighs heavy in my heart and soul. I more than feel, I know that I have visited this realm many times and now believe the answer does indeed rest within the questions. This plain is nothing more than a matrix. A grid that locks our perception in a strange zone. It is our mission to dissolve Maya and move forward knowing that we exist in a material invention that seeks to squash our spirituality and inner voice. How to do so? I believe it can be as simple as acceptance. Acceptance is not what most believe it to be. I have fought with such for many moon cycles. No, it is not an easy process when we have endured pain and sorrow but a necessary forgiveness to the self. To accept life is a freedom. It is a choice of wise notion. It does not mute the experience of turmoil but rather leads us to a place of healing and when one heals themselves they heal the world. Earth needs that more than ever for time is not linear and such change and shifts are needed so they echo and ripple through times to come. I am reminded of an old American Indian saying that ”we borrow the earth from our children”. Took me many years to truly embrace this thought process. What we leave behind is their future, they are the promise for rebirth, the new dawn that shall raise her arms and spread light and positive energy. If for nothing else, humanity needs to accept in order to heal so Mother Earth can heal too for have no doubt, she weeps with us. She feels the callous cold of our actions more so than believed. I hear her heart ache, see the season’s lagging two to three months behind. I feel the chaos of land trembling, the sky paused with tears. Gaia will over time revamp herself, she doesn’t need us but what of the eternal soul? I have made a choice not to return in another life. I have given my all and this is not a sad tone added to such heartfelt prose but rather a recognition that to leave this matrix, one needs to have accepted and learned from that acceptance so they can move on. A celestial guide I shall be. Mortal form has released yet claimed me. I have no doubt angels support my decision and blame me not for such bravery for I do not say it is a simple choice. The Akashic records shall show me the way not cobbled stones that falter my steps. It is not for the faint of heart to tread where the heavens will illuminate human progress but I am no longer fearful of dining with the Gods. People have been deemed insane for lesser thoughts yet where does the cycle end? One can guide humanity from the stars, it doesn’t always have to be in the flesh. Legacy is an option in such issues. I seek not fame nor money, simply that I leave this realm in a better way than I found it. She speaks of reality and my intuition leaps within me. Sweet Gaia, tame the pulse of those who would harm you, forgive the rage that burns in human ego, there are those who walk your valleys with love upon every smile, there is kindness in this world, should we reflect a while. If our thoughts do indeed project our reality, then may I envision golden clouds that softly bring a glow to each sunrise. May I envision times of peace that bring forth a new era of calm. May it be so that more dwell on the quote “we borrow the earth from our children” so when the portals invite we know we have done the best we could and chose to be a welcome visitor rather than a hostile invader. I am an old soul encased in a mere vehicle which drives me from A to B. A sensitive spirit who draws down the moon because the sun seldom dares to shine yet I hold faith we can all be redeemed, all it takes is to replace I with we. Let rebirth come with haste, let dreams be quenched by a gentle sea. Let I become we for the Gods never deemed us to be alone in such tragedy.
©2016 PoppySilver
© 2016 Poppy Ruth Silver