HeyJaredSuzanne as Pilgrimdoodles
Finding my own golden shadow and looking for lights in the darkness.
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Meanders (opens the original)
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Rage and tendernessHave both carried meCarved out curved pathsLike rivers in my lifeWhere straight linesCould have glidedYet there has been graceLily white regal swansFloating by to remind meThat I am loved<p style="text-align
Death of the False Self 2 (opens the original)
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Streams of self actualisationIlluminate each cell withinThis is to know oneselfTo know the CreatorJust as Mary’s answerOf “I am” brought graceTo the shame of EveOur inward pilgrimageTowards loving SpiritSets free outdated waysThere is no need to cling So faithfully to fear butAllow patience and faithLoving kindness to selfTo others bring it’sPerfect reclamation
Khemeia (opens the original)
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We are ordinary alchemistsTaking the elements of common place daysSmelting them like MixologistsForever in search of elusive GoldIt tantalises us, the noble ideaOf a rarefied transmutationDare you gaze into the bubbling potSearch your own rippling reflectionSurrender your gilded sublimityPhoto credit Harald AttilaNotesScripture reference Malachi 3 v 2 - 3 “For He is like a refiner’s fire and like fullers’ soap. He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and He will purify the priests, the
Freedom is Coming (opens the original)
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Sitting on this floorIn a heap of ashesOf a traumatised lifeLooking for myselfIn these charred remainsI spot the smallest Flicker of energyIt pulses alongA downy featherLike a fireflyA discharge of a Completed emotional stateAnother feather attachesTo the first andElectricity crackles alongSlowly a shape takes formMoulded by memoriesAnd earlier identitiesIt becomes the containerFor them all to move throughFeathers become more complexAs internal structuresForm more elaboratelyEarlie
Healing is like Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (opens the original)
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My first husband, PaulLoved to play that gameOnce woke me at 3amLike a small child at Christmas“I’ve killed the robot chicken!All you have to do isJump on it eight times”My own skills were very poorNever getting past Chemical Plant ZoneI had no hope of everRescuing the waiting PrincessNow it occurs my own healing pathResembles some kind of gameDistinct levels to participateRevelation with each completionAn unseen hand guiding me throughFurther complexity, or is it simplicity?At each new levelAnd
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