Another World Sees
It is good to live together two lives
Two lives are one, and one is two
The gate is open in the cemetery
Mirror life, patinated monochrome
The other side, without putrefaction
Calling now the gate, step is time
Runs the past life, comes silver kind
This life is cold but cool clear life
Feel and live in the dead cleared
past. Yes, the alien world chose us
Change time, change the past lives
Into the new cool atmosphere’s life
Here is the time
To go to a new life
Gate is open
Enter
This is the new life
I am magnetized
Always remember
the past, the past, you live far, you will live far, from the past
Expanding time unfortunately linear, turn back and see your life
See your life, watch your life, find your life, mine is in your heart
Always remember
the past, the past, calling you, following you, forming you the past
That time has passed away, turn back and see the possibility of life
Choose one, love the life, build your life, and create lives, from the past
Just remember
Always remember
Always remember
Always remember
Trapped in my mind where I become we
So much existence present, each one are me
Will not Converse nor consult with my spirit's mural I see
My spirit doesn't seem to react to my plea
In here is a completely new world, real as can be
Entities everywhere, all kinds, visually a tree
My demands for these people are as strong as the sea
I get so much resistance, like I don't have the key
It's not schizophrenia is my belief
This pondering prison now brings relief
Opened eyes
reminiscing of the life
That must have been
Centuries ago
royal courts & palaces
Science literature & art
virtue & honour
Filled with glory
A regal life
Back to present
Found a new lease
With a realisation
The calling of this life
Feeling the sun on my face
Feeling free with music up in the trees
I hear you call my name and it becomes a race
Knowing I can no longer be at ease
Hoping you don’t read between the lines
Pretending it's easy to go on
Back to the house I’m usually confined
How to continue when all my lifelines are gone
I didn’t know much worse it would get
I wish I could have warned you
But now to tell you he is not a threat
I get to say you made it through
Younger self, she will hold you snug
With your personality larger-than-life whittled away with a knife
You deserved so much more, may I suggest a hug?
There I knelt and waved to her and walked away from that past life.
Walk in the future
Being in the past, living in the past, where is the past?
There is no past, camphor is the past; changed all life
Sure? Who writes these words are the same, single life
So many paths, and roads, where are the beginning, and end?
There is no first step, no last step, and an endless walk of life
Walker life, but nom from Texas, from one point and everywhere
The one point is all the world, billions of billions of existing lives
No past, no present, no future, just walk, following us the time
Our always passing life, all the time, walk, walk, walk, end to end
Walk
as is now fashionable
I visited a spiritual medium
it was all to satisfy my curiosity
and relive me from my life’s tedium
entering lucid trance in the vast void
instantly my soul guide appeared
he held my hand and assured
there’s nothing to be feared
in a gentle voice he spoke
body dies but the soul lives on
souls reincarnate time and again
once love’s imbibed our ego is shorn
he then took me into past lives I lived
genders and nationalities rotated
each touch felt was displayed
soul seeking to be liberated
I saw my beliefs were fickle
depending on culture born into
yet in each life my heart sparkled
feeling rhythm of God’s breath renew
I exited the session feeling much wiser
knowing God as pure love and light
He wants us to become as He
heightening bliss delight
Are you being held back?
Are you living in your past?
Are you carrying the burden?
Are you bearing the brunt?
Have you more questions than answer?
Have you been seeking the truth?
Have you been knocking on doors?
Have you found the source?
Science always doesn’t answer, clarifies.
In meta world many things survive,
No text is sufficient, no explanations suffice.
In the world beyond, energies ply.
Let past be the bygone,
No pondering what might have been…
Just embrace the change unseen!
Step out of comfort zone,
Into the unknown…
Open to life’s embrace,
And let your spirit find its grace.
In every moment let awareness reign,
Open to energies, vibrations at play.
For in this consciousness, you will find home,
Where winds of change forever roam!
Jumping over the jagged rocks of Jupiter's sixty-seventh moon
My soles are bleeding, but my soul continues chasing the memory
Maneuvering between boulder and ice
Irritating eyes to turn frost-bitten
Bitter wind whirling across my cheeks calling attention to the sky
Surrendering a quasar to quiet my noise and drown out darkness
Distant behemoths to haunt and torment
Terrestrial echoes of another life
Legs pumping violence since leaping across the volcanoes of Venus
Visions stream and seep into my subconscious, scratching the surface
Stars blind but ignite a fuse
Fueling the search for my story
Stored somewhere in the brainstem to throw my body off balance
Breathing hitches and heart rate halts, the race interrupted
Ions charging at one another
As the Greeks attacked Troy
Totally silenced for a mere moment in that grey galaxy sleeping
Soundly in the cold recesses as realization rocket-launches past neurons
Neon panic propels me to Neptune
Numbing nerves to prepare for judgment
A loving place where I did once dwell
but will never be allowed to return
You are the spring that feeds the stories I tell
the keeper of the things that I have learned
Each step I take is filled with memories
from a life that I once knew
Every smell from flower and tree
pulls my thoughts back to you
There in those backyards of my memories
I recall my pledge from so long ago
That I will remain open and free
and cling to youth and never let go
I just keep seeing them, the hooves pounding those old rain-soaked cobblestones, somewhere in the back of my mind. I feel the creeping fog against someone else’s skin, not mine.
An old iron lamp post and that old lamplighter, impressions are burned into my third eye. I knew him in another lifetime. I’ve traversed so much time, so many centuries in brief seconds.
All of my senses succumb to the lamp’s flame as it burns the oil and the scent of that old pipe that he smokes, this lamplighter.
Who is the woman in lace whose body, in which I am? From whose eyes do I look out over this emerald landscape from bluestone walls? She does not know the lamplighter in that other place. She lived four centuries before him, yet she is inside my head...my body.
Past lives reside in the soul’s backpack. We carry them through numerous incarnations and occasionally a memory escapes to speak, when we need it the most.
2-20-2023
Deja vu Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
Not by itself is life complicated,
Let me not push world to ways of my head.
If I try and forgive but can’t forget,
Worse than a spell in hell my life may get.
What makes things look dark clouds is memory,
So, let me drain off all its history,
And everything in life’s jigsaw would fit,
Suddenly, lo, life’s so simple and sweet!
Good that I cannot my past lives recall,
One life’s memories take enough of toll.
And yet, few foster can that fortitude
To live alone in desert’s solitude,
Wonder, mind can fit a handy hard-disk
That picks and prunes memories at no risk!
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Sonnet in couplets |05.08.2022|
Poet’s note: Reflecting on life, an old couple (old, what else? Youth has just no time to waste on reflections) exchanges views on the ways of world. The husband initiates the discussion and contributes the octave of this sonnet, and wife, the concluding sestet (yes, she always has the last word).
Conveniently travel back in time and find someone:
If I were to meet a noble man
Whom I was in a past life as,
Someone who would be virtuous to some and so brave,
I’d be so in love with my own soul,
I’d feel safe being held by him.
(A former person my spiritual essence once manifested.)
He’d carry my current life’s body
Up to the summit of a mountain.
But I’m no longer that supposed person
I may have once been,
I’m now a young woman finding
My own inner peace of mind.
I only but another human,
Trying to define and express my person.
Summer of 1981. I was exhausted from running after three small children.
My own, which made it joyous, but still, they are active at 2, 5 and 6.
I dove into the pillow on the couch and was almost instantly snoring.
My heart started beating super fast; I recognized fear when I felt it.
I saw a woman running down an alley screaming.
Knew it was Chicago, she was dressed like Julie Andrews in Thoroughly Modern Millie.
This put the year in the 1920-1930’s.
Recognized the woman was me, and I was being chased.
Knew it was a past life. My heart is beating loudly, and I am terrified.
Lights of a car pin me in the alley. A man comes out of the shadows.
Grabs me, throws me down. One shoe flies off.
I know I am going to die.
I feel a knife cut my throat from right to left.
No doubt in my mind this happened.
To me.
In another incarnation.
Roaming in these magnificent halls.
Seeing all the mirrors and paintings.
Alone I stroll, looking at history.
Loving the stories they once told.
Staring at the crystals on the ceilings.
Admiring the lights, a golden scene.
Everything classy and old.
The memories appear in my mind.
Drifting inside the rooms,
it's inviting and enticing.
Dancing in my red gown,
I feel I have lived here before.
Spinning in the ballroom,
enjoying the colors shift around.
The familiar music playing in my head.
I slip back to the time I once had.
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