I offered my life in writing
The point? Creating trust. . .
Did judgment arrest your interest?
With details of interactions as such?
The pain of your past “transgressions”
Include whatever is they might
Just a pimple on a forehead (*1)
Wherein the body heals this slight
Without much given attention
Healing does occur
Pain within a broken heart
Creates a different kind of stir
Thought contained, constrained and held
Recycling all the while
Restricts and binds unfavorably
And dissipates a smile
The hurt your past sustained
Contained details I portrayed?
Frailties within each of us
Differ in their way
I’ve lived beyond some boundaries
That some might say prefer
But looking in and watching out
To my Higher Mind conferred
Never did intention live
To hurt another Soul
No judgment did I hold of you
As a witness to your current role. . .
We live, we love, we learn
We stumble, fall and rise
I opened every part of me
To your un-prying eyes
Mistakes we make along the road
According to another’s view
But acceptance and a willing change
Expands a part of you (*2)
I hungered for what I thought I saw
Or, was it my mind’s creation?
Honesty housed in a broken life (*3)
A terminal cessation (*4)
What will BE, will BE
If the Universe has a plan
This, not the end, but beginning
Delusion, or a prophetic stand?
1:44 AM – 3:16 AM
(*1) Certainly I’m not attempting to belittle whatever it is that has
created your internal chaos. Coming from a philosophic perspective with
tunnel vision, I turn everything upside down to get the most out of it
before discarding it.
(*2) The ‘generalized you’, not you in particular.
(*3) I guess it was what appeared to be your honest open-ness that made me
be willing to be vulnerable with you.
(*4) Because of the impact that we seem to be able to have on the lives of
others, it was for that reason that I invaded your space. Asking questions
that would normally be off-grid. I consider myself a conduit, a creator.
We all are; but most people have been so bombarded with social
indoctrination in order to find acceptance, they can’t see their complicity
in the world we’re creating. The questions were an effort to get you to
release. I had not figured on how it would affect me.
Ultimately, whether right or not, it was as if our Soul’s were in communion
and I was assigned to give you a hand, that your Higher Mind might once
again have access. It’s been a weird journey.
In referring to “Terminal cessation” I was hoping to receive any shadow
aspects in order for the Light to return.