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In the tumult of rays and shadows, I was born and grew,
Upon the altar of existence, self-sacrifices I laid to burn, to sanctify the past,
"But how do you soothe this fragrance of pain?" with wide-open eyes they asked,
And the answer flowed, a river of healing beneath stars curiously scrutinized.
"Not all that hurts must be stirred, nor all wounds constantly prodded,
Let them bleed, in their seemingly dormant sleep, in crypts of oblivion to lie,"
So taught me time, the healer of falling moons,
The cut remains, a mark small as it may be, a memory that won't fade,
A fragile chronicle chanted in spells of scattered survivals.
And she has built in silence, a monument of peace on steep ascents,
"To bleed inward, a lesson to be written in letters of fire and water,
For unhealed, wounds cause us to mar innocent hearts,
Those who did not harm us, on them we will impose unsummoned tears."
Thus, words lay like leaves in the forest slumbering with dreams,
Each rustle a mystery, each branch an advice for adrift souls,
To let bruises fade away, instead of incessantly carving them, misunderstood,
He who learns to bleed no more, in the end, learns also to love.
Like a spider's web catching the morning dew in magical weaves,
Life weaves stories upon my skin, leaves marks in the fabric of time that lives me,
For some parts of us must be laid in ash to be reborn wholly,
Forever admonishing that healing is a sacred fire, an art of nature, reverent, daily.
Blessings for this Aries Harvest Full Moon
On this Aries Harvest Moon
By Michelle Morris
26/09/2026
I was always the beautiful girl
Who never saw her stars
Healing ancestral wounds in the shadows
Dealing with trauma and scars
I was always the kind and brave
Taking on emotions and hurt for them
Transmuting the darkness for all
Until I was finally spent
My cup ran dry and withered
My heart and soul were bruised
Broken into tiny pieces
Often taken for granted, abused
So, on this Aries Harvest Moon
A full moon to say f* it to the past
I let go of all your burdens upon me
I take back what was mine to last
Those fragments that splintered off
Those broken pieces of light and dreams
Bringing back my power full force
Filling my cup for me to reign as Queen
To believe and embrace my freedom
No matter what they try to say
To be visible and rare and gorgeous
A soul shining beyond this world of nay
I am always the beautiful girl
Who will see her magnificent stars
Having healed ancestral wounds of the past
Rising above all trauma and scars
I am always the kind and brave
Remaining an Empath with boundaries
Focused on building a better Earth for all
Until we are finally free
My cup is starting to fill (again)
My heart and soul are whole
All the pieces fit perfectly (again)
I am a Queen and here to create Hope
So, on this Aries Harvest Moon
A full moon to say f* let's do this!
I embrace my awesome goddess power
I take my throne and my Happiness
©? Michelle Morris, 2026
While I drain, a kohl tint buries my face
And minutes change into hours when dim sky retreats
When moonlight paints a texture with pained grace;
My brother laying on time's edge... dawn hangs low.
The closed door grips, paling a ghostly shade
I taste the bitter oil of a requiem,
Eyes grating like sand , a blank frame portrayed.
Spilling a moan till nightfall , to review
All the vignettes from slices of laughter,
Of youthful journeys through paths aflame...
Still, the lucid screen of joys spent rises high
Across bright clouds,feathery.. fine as mink
That my own sigh releases a goodbye;
As his daughter, my god-child opens the link;
When we begin a new life together in my home.
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When A Door Closes Contest for Broken Wings
3/28/2016
Trickling down the unblemished glass
Window, squeaky clean and clear,
…comfortingly still
Quiet as the gentle healing
From the splatter of raindrops who whisper
In soft dripping, soothing, tempting
The soul to breathe, to kneel
Praying easily to the One who is…
Creator, Spirit, Strength
Streaming down the heart, the soul
Liquid light, promise of hope,
Renewing the world, refreshing
With a moist smile, fading the hues
Caressing the stillness, like a miracle
Easing the darkness, erasing
Starlight and moon song, denying
…kisses stirred by hunger
For the wonder of a life set aside
To worship the king of grace
The One who made this fluid,
Melting away the doubts, the pains
The sorrows that abide in the heart
Who knows that rain refreshes and
Awakens the silence of a gentle fate
Soaking the dreams with intimacy
Insight into the future who believes
There will be faith beyond belief
Joy to wipe away the suspicion, the hesitation
Who abides inside the spirit of uncertainty
Coloring the mind in a sea of tranquility
…filling life with waves of fealty
Promising the future to always be
Stirred by opportunity, the sea
Who is nourished by the starlight
And the rain, shadowed by thunder
Trembling with the vibrancy of lightning
Cutting the skies into shards, reflecting
The beauty rain showers command
With their unshaking hand
Pouring down, in torrents of meditations
Flowing, rich with details – elements
Knowing the facts, the features, the flavors
Indignities who quack at the sound
Saturated by beauty who soothes and moves
Drenching the fresh, new world
… in breathless sighs
Alibis who reveal to the truth
It is rain, the caress of its watery
Welcome who knows that only God
Could create this nurturing stroke of love
Raining down on the heart and soul
The conviction that He is always in control
Inspiring Rainy Days Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Sotto Poet
November 8, 2022
Insecurities come and go…while the wicked wind do blow
I guess I had to let you know that I’m not the only one all aglow
Misunderstood in many ways, many ways
Wishing and praying for brighter days
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon my mindset of doubt and faith once more
I still love you to the core, love you to the core
But you misunderstood me in many, many ways
Many, many ways…many, many ways
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon me while I’m upset, praying for healing
Upon me while I’m in regret, below here kneeling
I’m praying for the pain to leave my side
Abide by my side and never subside, subside
I hear your footsteps upon the ground
Misunderstood, it’s doing me no good
I hear the echoes of your voice while I’m gravity-bound
In chains of where I stood long ago in the lonely neighborhood
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre, crazy days
Understand that I’m in this neighborhood
To do you good…to do you good…are you okay like you should?
Misunderstood in many, many ways
It’s one of those bizarre days and it preys
Upon the sunrays of yesterday’s tomorrow
Upon the gay feeling of evaporating sorrow
It preys upon my distress and I want to let it all go
Wishing and praying for brighter days in greater ways long ago…
Do online courses work? For your mind?
Wake up. Work. Languish. Sleep
Wake up. Struggle. Dissatisfied. Sleep
Wake up. Depressed. Sleep, repeat
It’s suffocating in the mind
Whatever was taking away my inner peace day after day
was a costly affair
I was becoming a toxic piece of grudges
the excruciating pain, wasn’t subsiding
I was counting on myself to rise again and I was reading atomic habits for it
Then I enrolled in a healing and manifestation course online
And I started the therapy within,
accepting the pain as a subsidized power
Of healing and health
I slowly groped inside my hideous self
To find that trigger and owned it
I initiated my thinking for the present
Dumping the melancholy of the past
And the anxiety of the future.
I did pain body meditation
the storm was still raging, the dilemma’s still pertinent
But I was moist in my oasis hydrated in my cognitive resonance
I rewired my inner engineering
unguarded my senses, dumping the prerogatives
Cuddling my awareness, flowing in oneness
With the ephemeral, the ethereal.
I practiced non judgement non resistance
Because you know all pains are psychosomatic
It’s not my body, It’s my mind
It’s not the present , It’s the past
It’s not the situation, it’s the emotion
It’s not my relationships, it’s my past experiences
I told my stuck emotions to leave sooner than later.
Then when I opened my eyes
I love bombed everything
My laptop, my eyes, My quintessence, my hair
My mousse, my serum ,My writing fanfare ,
I’m not giving my self worth in anyone else’s hand like a costly glassware
I invite shame and failure to revisit me like evening guests
But I don’t pamper them- I just sit there watching them have a monologue
It’s liberating
I’m future pacing success
I’m healing and I’m manifesting
Iam …..becoming!
Light is ….beckoning!
Wake up , focus, feel good , sleep
Wakeup, accepting, calmer, sleep
Wakeup with purpose, inner peace, meditative sleep
Do online courses work? For your mind?
This one is working!
Sunrise sparkles
Profound warm healing;
Dawn arrives
~~~~~~~~~
Joy floods
Touch finds meaning;
Simple ecstasy
~~~~~~~~~
Words ooze
Thoughts greet feelings;
Emergent light
~~~~~~~~~
Sidewalk small talk
Newspaper vendor;
Sales politics
~~~~~~~~~
New cafe here
New menu list;
Promises to keep
~~~~~~~~~
Birthday thoughts
Peeping though time;
Vivid encounters
~~~~~~~~~
Slow steady stride
Glimpses of cheer,
Morning dawn
~~~~~~~~~
Brush strokes
Water colour paint;
Landscape streaks
~~~~~~~~~
Lonely man
Parkway bench;
Blank stares greet
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
07 July 2016
Singapore
A weakened auric field
Where fear forms orbit
The once radiant heart
Now self-blocks grace
To enliven feeble form
The soul feels trapped
In the ailing body-mind
Whilst ego is satisfied
That it is now the focus
Of our creative attention
Awareness self-aware
Observes this anomaly
Where conflict of interest
Between ego and soul
Prevents body’s healing
In time stretched silence
Tremulous heart quietened
Our nonchalant presence
Aligns form with the void
Attuned to God's vibrations
Knowing not soul's intent
To experience limitations
We erase guilt of erst sin
Which is but an ego script
That we dwell in despair
We are God's prodigal son
Always welcome in heaven
There never was separation
Between our Father and us
And so healing must follow
Such is our soul's invocation
Innocent and free from doubt
At the same time recognising
That soul has free will, not us
As in lower mind, who so asks
31-March-2023
MASTER DOCTOR
I got a cure for your aliment
His name…
JESUS
I got a cure for your pains
JESUS, JESUS
He got a plan, works better if your obedient;
He’s got a cure and remedy;
He’s my redeemer, my doctor of all you see
He’s my
Master
Master planner
Healer
Provider, doctor
He’s my Master Doctor
He’s my healer
Provider
Revealer
Subsider
He’s my lily of the Valley
He’s my all N all
Open up your hearts and let the healing waters flow;
Open up your minds let Him heal your souls
Open up your time and worship, worship
Open up your mind and let Him flourish, flourish
Let the healing waters flow
Let the healing waters go
Open up and let the healer man do His spill
Allow Him to free your ills
My heart fixer, my Lilly of the valley, my soul regulator, in the garden of Eden
On the Mount of Olives
Let Him cure what wrong with you;
Allow Him to cure you….
Let the healing waters flow
Let the healing waters go
Open up and let the healer man do His spill
Allow Him to free your ills
He’s my
Master
Master planner
Healer
Provider, doctor
He’s my Master Doctor
He’s my healer
Provider
Revealer
Subsider
He’s my lily of the Valley
He’s my all N all
He’s my, my, my, my…
Master Doctor
He’s my, my, my, my…
Master Doctor
He’s my, my, my, my…
Master Doctor
04/09/10
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2010, 2018
Arranged music by Innocent Nikiema
"MY LETTER FOR DIVORCE"
By Austin Fwasan Maseko
Papers signed, the ink is dry
A chapter closed, with a goodbye
Memories linger, like shadows at night
A love that's lost, in the fading light
The vows we took, now broken threads
Promises whispered, in a love that's dead
Grief and relief, a mixed-up pain
A new path unfolds, with steps unsure to gain
You were my once, my planned future too
Now just a memory, with "what ifs" in view
The house feels empty, like a hollow sound
But life moves forward, on unfamiliar ground
Letting go's hard, like holding on tight
But in the silence, I find my new light
A divorce is not a failure's mark
It's a new beginning, in life's uncertain spark
I replay the past, with its joy and strife
Moments we shared, now a bittersweet life
The laughter echoes, the tears we've cried
A relationship ends, but life doesn't die
I'm learning to breathe, in this space alone
Rediscovering me, like a name unknown
Filling the void, with pieces of my own
Finding strength in the fragments, like seeds sown
The future's a canvas, with colors pale
A new story writes, with pages to unveil
Scars will fade slow, like shadows at dawn
But in the healing, I'll find my way back home