What is Real?

by | Feb 13, 2022 | Uncategorized

As my body came awake
There seemed a poem was coming through
Despite resolve to let you BE
The thoughts were seemingly of you

You entered my awareness
In November, twenty, twenty-one
Talk included connecting
But, life had you on the run

I embraced all possibility then
But now, sometimes, appears delusion
There’s pain in this acceptance
Which seems a logical conclusion

I wrote a note to let you know
I’d give you no more attention
A note, I don’t plan to mail
It’ll remain in my retention

The thought-form coming through
Reflects your given past
A relationship that failed you
Yet still, a shadow casts

If ‘Twin-Flames’ we’re actually
A reality I’d declared
Then maybe the pain I feel
Is not here, but over there

If within my heart-mind
I succeed in letting go
Could that also free you up. . .
And would I ever know?

Born within a ‘Twin-Flame’ path
With a Soul Contract coming due
Perhaps going through this experience
Would somehow, BE a help to you. . .

In essence, not a punishment
Just a part of life
Engaging in, for learning
I’d BE your Soul’s midwife

An aspect of my ascension
Since evolution is my goal
Helping you clear your path
May just actually BE my role

A woman, not a Saint
That’s been alone a while
Wishing, wanting, hoping
To the witnessing of your smile

Will it ever happen
Not for me to say
I’ll stay here in my lane
And try to look the other way

If this I might accomplish
Would it help to cure your pain?
A pain engendered in your past
Thus a new footing your Soul attain?

If by freeing then this blockage
Would it affect me likewise too?
If through, our Soul’s, connection
What else might it do?

If humans are frequency and vibration
With wavelengths systemically different
Could this represent a demonstration
Of our connection that is inherent?

An example of the Unified Field?
Where consciousness and Soul unite
In the push-pull of transformation
It’s what woke me up tonight!

Or, is this the product of delusion
A mind creating justification
Wasting months in toxicity
Just part of re-education.

1/12/22 #1
11:08 PM – 12:07 AM

[I think I went to bed at 7:00 PM, so 11:00 PM gave me some sleep. I went
back to bed after 3 AM.]

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)