Note: About My Poems

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My poems (https://soulfields.wordpress.com/tag/my-poems/) are not meant to be a diary as such. Nor do I necessarily write about things in linear/chronological order, but of those themes I am drawn to at each moment. Thank you for having been so supportive of them, though English is not my native language and there might be language errors. I write these poems for fun and am happy that there are people who can resonate with them.

 

Image: Woman Writing by Pablo Picasso /wikiart.org
Original Title: Femme ecrivant

Poem: I (We) Broke a Pattern

 

your
spirit
gave me
a bouquet of
light blue
flowers

a humble
gesture
of love
felt in
the cells

your
sprit
gave me
a bouquet of
light blue
flowers

**

you playfully
grab at my
ankle:
where are you
escaping to

using
the same word
as telepathically
before

to encourage
me to
wait,
as all
guidance
confirmed
the same
in myriad
of ways

I don´t
run away,
I smile
inside,
having
finally
broken
that pattern
of a scared
child,

thanks
to you
too,
so genuine
and
open
to let
so close,

I´m elated
I waited
while
(throughout
my human
confusion)
our
spirits
arranged
it all.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Cracketi Craks

 

I woke up
in the middle
of my sleep
to witness
our
first chakras
briefly
meet
creating
electric
lightning,
bold
yet
sweet

cracketi craks,
sang harmonious
kundalini

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Third Eyes

 

third eyes
meet
seeing
the same
thing,
from the

soul plane
upward
worlds
open up
embracing
our
physical
plane selves

with
lifting
newness

it is safe
to be vulnerable
on the path
to wholeness

digits
are appearing
in pairs

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Been to Pluto

 

Look in
the eyes
and
you
can sense
deep love
that has
been
there,
through
pain and
sorrow,
understanding
without
words,
yearning
to
connect
the transcendental
within,
an
eternal
moment
of
not denying
but
surrendering
to
limitlessness
of mutual
height

being
lifted
to the
core

where
breath
stops
but breaths
like
Neptunian
chameleons

 

– Deelia ©

 

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