Poem: Red Hues

 

Devic
energies
of the red
flowers
captivate.
Passionate
charm
enchants
the heart,

cellular memory
flashes a
straightforward
clue,
my cheeks
get an
amorous
hue

 

– Deelia ©

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Poetic Notes: Soul Filtering

 

Do you guides hear
everything I think,
I wonder.
– Your higher presence
selects what we hear,
and there is a selective
field for telepathy.

You get an
immediate
response,
because
we operate
in timelessness,
in no time
and space.

As
does
your soul,
it operates
from the light
all the time.
For it there is no
in between stage
between incarnations
either.

Your soul
sorts out
all the data.
–  And my lesser
thoughts don´t
even unintentionally
transmit?
– You have
set it so.

 

– Deelia ©

PS. These experiences I share are personal and subjective, they may or may not be generalizable as such.

 

An earlier poem: Multidimensional Telepathy

 

telepathic
messages
don´t
take place
inside
my head

they occur
in the front side
of my auric field
in different
heights
and
distances
from
right to
the left

sometimes
a special
one even
sweet-talks
inside my
body,
like right
at the core
of my heart
center
inside
my chest

 

– Deelia ©

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Poem: Sixth Sense Bath

 

Bath,
 the bubbly
and warm

tenderly
embraces

   the senses;
the sixth one
 delights to
 show
something

  even
more,
 lovingly
sensual
opens
the door,

 the mind
remembers
  a weird blink
in the night sky
 at an exact
moment.

Stars
twinkle
on the
foam.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poems: Pulled Together

 

Ready Enough

Despite of so
much
clear
guidance
I never
received
a direct
confirmation

that twin mates
do exist
until
I met
you.

Much
beyond
a mere
metaphor.


– Deelia ©

 

Guided

Can you hear
angels
breathing
a sigh of
relief
when they
finally
got it,
 those
 fearful
people
but of
true
match,

a gentle
nudge
from
beyond
 time and
space


– Deelia ©

 

In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you,
but sometimes I do,
and that sight becomes this art.

― Rumi

 

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Poem: A Healing Gift

 

I remember the first time
I experienced this,
when feeling really blue,
and then, quite unexpectedly,
your soul´s  loving embrace
surrounded me
supporting, soothing,
understanding,
offering me an
amorous hue.

And I had thought
that I could sense
such only when being
in a good mood.

The child within
needed not to be
strong for her inner
parents anymore,
nor to do it
all on her own.
The misunderstandings
passed on over
the generations
began to disappear
as Love traveled
to the past,
and to the future
as fast
and unlimited
as is the Light.

– Deelia ©

 

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