Cessation
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written for Unseeking Seeker:
"cravings of form consumed me
oh how I wished to be free
although organic form is but dust
I am torn between divine love and lust
so as to become self-aware
I decided to stagnate nowhere
releasing each impulse as soon it arose
remaining vibrant in blissful repose" Unseeking Seeker....
O to be the humble horizon
that slumbers in restlessness,
I grieve not for the magnolias
that withered amidst
cruel claws of chaotic cravings.
I weep for the serene
wildflower whispers
that once upon a blood moon
were lost in the eclipsed shadows.
And when satellite sapphires
flare with psychedelic streaks,
I reminisce about the nights
when stars scattered across
the cursive cerulean,
mirroring how my heart
was engrossed
in steel and silver,
etched from egoistic eagerness,
entangled in chiffon cupidity,
where material illusions
deluded my sky
with gusts of greed,
fixating my fingers to trace
the blurred lines that shackled
my bones from waltzing
beyond the superficial
borders formed
by decayed boundaries.
I long to be the auburn
feathers of an eagle’s nest,
crooning hypnotic
hymns of nature,
as I yearn to be
the bluest b r e e z e
ruffling above greying seas,
where I can soar and swirl
like a tameless albatross,
embracing the essence
of golden twilights,
while my spirit
serenades falcon fortitude,
untying flatlined ornaments
that weigh my
weightless wings down.
For I am more than the
dreams I’ve forgotten,
I am a mere magnet,
hanging onto twinkling threads
of peace and purity,
nourishing rainless roots
with herbs of hope
to unlock the divine chakras
that can see beyond
diamond deceit and luminous lies.
There, in the fields of astral
awakening, floats the sacred
truth of a heartbeat aching to
be free from the fleeting notes
of transient temptations~
luring my psyche to dance
beneath an ephemeral aura of
earthly creatures crawling
through space and cosmic dust…
But to be human
is to be stranded in a landscape
covered in flakes
of wintry butterflies
and summery fireflies,
constantly gliding between
the push and pull
of magical moonflowers
and mythical mantras~
emanating embers of love and lust,
while my intuition ignites
chamomile candles
of consciousness,
steering my silhouette to seek
the pilgrims of silence,
erasing impulsive footprints~
to imprint ethereal felicity,
attaining euphoric
breaths of blissfulness
that the Almighty bestows
in seraphic stillness…
So let weary wisterias in
wilted orchards
sprout amidst the sunless spheres,
as constellations weave
scriptures of solace with
colors of clarity,
where nightingales recite
clairvoyance and clairsentience
in compassionate cadence,
to transform clouds of doubt
into a celestial canvas
flowing with ceremonial ink…
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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