Author: omosha

I do not write poetry

No symbol no letter no verse

All I can do is be still and listen

Only there can one hear the echoing of God’s voice in the night

Whispering forever, I am here

With you now.  With you always.

With you, as you, now and forever.

Awake and Alive I bow to the morning winds, for today they are my teacher.

Cool currents run across my neck and dance a wave of shiver that awakens me to the present.

The mornings are different today.  The trees bare their naked roots and blanket the earth to keep her warm for the winter.

The air is crisp and poised as it penetrates my layers.  Not by force, but by advancing through yielding to my very form.  Like quicksand, it enters every space I do not fill.

A gust of wind stokes the fire and brings alive embers of slumber from warmth before.

Together with sacrificed limbs of an approaching winter, the flame comes alive in a dance with the advancing wind.  

Where it advances, the fire yields.  And in its retreat, the fire advances. A delicate dance that imbues life into the elements of change.

I Awoke Once When I Was Born

I had a dream once where I was born.

I was born, then I awoke.

I awoke with love in my eyes, peace in my heart and an utter sense of tranquility within my being.

I awoke one day and I was born.

I awoke when I was born and then died again,

and was born once more. 

Flow

And dance as the light of your eternal being.

Cat scampers across my feet

Chasing a mouse who turns to face it

Uncertain of the outcome I stop and watch

An ancient dance of predator and prey

The mouse is small, but in the moment of turning to face its aggressor, it is boundless.

Breathing in, I Ascend to the heavens

Exhaling I find the ground of my being

Breathing in I am born to the lightness of space

Exhaling I die the death that is me

Body upon body

Flesh upon flesh

Mind into mind

Heart into heart

Spirit within Sol

And One within us all

Blue light sparks the flame of subtle currents

From one being to another

Resurging at each sacred hub

Like dendrites of a waking body

Awakening into the light and pronouncing I am born.

Blissful love drops

Bubble over my heart

Bouncing between two

Bodies connected from the start

Know thyself and awaken to the warrior god within you

Stand erect and move through the world with a gentle hand and ease of passage

For you are the Kings of a long forgotten era of Kings

Proud in form I move through this world with dignity and grace

For it is the divine birthright of my embodied being

and the Responsibility of my Godhood