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
Do We Bleed Not, In That We Love
As Blades, As Roses, Time Is As Fleeting As A Dove
And As The Sand Sifts The Moments Out The Hourglass
And Love Finds It's Way, Just As The Blade Swinging In Inertial Mass
F=m a , This The Sword Knows
For Passionate Lovers, In War, In Crowns With Thorns
Where The Sweet Scents Of Affection Serenade The Soul
Just As Battle Scars From Pangs Of War,
Yet, Nothing Truly Is Ever Lost
When You Turn Pain To Bards,
Whether Battlefields Or Romance, Matters Not
Wounded By The Cold Piercing Steel Tip Of Fraught,
And The Mists Of Time Take It's Course
And The Memories Are Stained With Pricks And Bones,
With Life Comes Lessons, Regressions And Discourse
In Symphonies Of Valor And Heartbreak And Remorse,
Nothing Unfettered, Nothing Gained, In Devotion, In Lament With Swords
Through Friendships, Through Amours
So Bend the Will Of Hatred And Anger Like A Scimitar, Lay Down The Glaive
And Plant The Seed For Better Days
Line of inquiry:
"here I am in human form, but it was not always quite so earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life regressions I definitely know"
Flashbacks flicker of images unknown,
wandering in gardens of cosmic scents.
Beyond this existence we're not alone,
as past is seen through Deja Vu events.
This form is only flesh and bone contents.
Soft soul knows this is no permanent home,
yearning to return where it once did roam.
In silence, spirit attempts to transcend,
farther above twilight's galactic gloam.
Travelling towards paths that never end.
"Here I am in human form but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions, I definitely know"
I can hear the chiming of my soul at large
ding dong clang it goes all night and day
Cinderella in a pumpkin carriage
no glass slipper in this lifetime's array
I can feel the earth beneath my bare feet
it is the foundation of my courseted life
bound by body but not by soul design
I can shapeshift and loosen all my strife
I am made of flesh and bone but spirit too
so when it comes to lifetimes I can have a few
this outer casing one day I will surely lose
as I recall the move of an everchanging pew
I am zealous and devout carrying much clout,
but when I shapeshift, I always find another route.
“here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"
Soul runs in a cycle continuous,
termed as life, shifting shape or appearance.
Energy transforming ! Oblivious.
Soul entwined with body shows performance .
Soul goes through repeated incarnation
shifting shapes and changing places of birth.
Earth is not the only destination.
There are other options for home or hearth.
Multi Universes accommodate.
As you sow, so may you reap : That is true.
Scope to incarnate or reincarnate,
with past performances to continue.
After demise, soul to leave the body
and for the next journey being ready.
“Here I am in human form but it was not always quite so. Earth is not the only place I’ve been to though past life regressions definitely know.” -
Unseeking Seeker
I wish I could recall other times and
places where undoubtedly I’d been.
Beyond us are universes?
Can we even imagine
how many there might be?
My body may have
been different,
but I was
always
me.
Contest Line of Inquiry:
"Here I am in human form, but it was not always quite so;
Earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life
regressions, I definitely know."
From the white light of death
as we take our last breath,
our human Souls emerge.
By nanosecond surge,
transformed, like butterflies-
with mystic wings, each flies
back home into God's Light-
shape-shifting on our flight.
From Earth's cocoon, we lift
to our awarded gift.
Be it Eternal Life,
free from mortal strife;
or made to live again-
in flesh once more, and then-
shape-shifting, growing whole
through purity of Soul.
Soon feel we've lived before
upon a distant shore.
Therefore, Soul journeys go
how God directs their flow.
in our earth life role
that we feel blissful and whole
we search for our soul
feeble thoughts muddle
and holy books befuddle
with fear we huddle
silence sets us free
head and heart with love agree
soul frolics carefree
made in God’s image
we then must be living light
free from earth life pain
past life regressions
proves we are soul eternal
but we’re anchored here
in tranquil silence
thoughts ebb and then ego dies
the false falls away
You're precious enough to be wasted.
To get the better of you many never rested.
Some never tasted the taste of how you taste.
Some prefer you simple and cheap,
Some luxurious and fancy.
Some rich and peaceful,
some just prefer rich.
They dont realise every inch of you matters.
Every "bitter-sweet" medicine you give counts.
Every second that goes to waste counts.
This will cause a lot of regressions.
Beautiful enough to let us dream.
You give us a choice to take action on
our dreams or either keep on dreaming.
Some cherish your beauty and your worth.
Some delusionally mistreat and
Disrespect you for some reasons.
Some enthusiastically surrender you,
they profusely believe that whenever
Some uninvited guests arrive they can never
Be more proud.
In a dream of bare, I awoke
In the blared walls, it misspoke
The winds of Auria eluded in the cascading windows which then provoked
Envisions of Auria descended through the glistening saint
Without a flair, I discerned a haint
Auria wandered in a stage of fright,
Meanwhile, invading my dreams of spite
Her nebulous words echoed in my mind
‘What a faint creature, so misled by fracture’
They mellowed as it prospected my perceptions
As she posited her hand on my exceptions
Envisions of Auria repulsed its regressions
She was my fate of progression
She rehashed my reflections
A memory of infliction
She wandered off into a glistening spade
Relinquishing her jades
I scrutinized her windows of glade
I lingered against her pallid hair
Then, woke up in tedious wear
‘Auria, a lady of fate, yet dart of spade’
Such assimilation wandered in the glistering gape
My thoughts were so heavy, yet so light, though seemed rather bright
They were my reminiscences of Auria”
I smiled when I woke from my dreams
Vanquished is the dark tormentor
My dreamscape has refreshed, it seems
And the nightmares cannot enter
From Native American brave
To a mystery woman’s grave
In past-life regressions, I’ve learned
Not to be overly concerned
When I woke from my dreams, I smiled
The dark tormentor is vanquished
It seems my dreamscape has refreshed
No entry now for the nightmares
And those things I’m learning right now
Will help in the future somehow
*September 3, 2020
For Charlie Messina’s Charonnet Poetry Contest
Have
you
ever
flown
higher
from
astro
projections
In
learning
the
lessons
of
loves
timed
regressions
beginning
with
intention
of
a
time
in
replacing
a
life
worth
living
a
free
spirit
lined
in
replenishment
rewinding
with
rebirth
refined
Space Bound. By Eminem....song
I dreamt I was the White King in the Looking Glass,
A White King who is sleeping, and dreaming as he slumbers,
Dreaming of Alice as through Wonderland she passes.
Dreaming of an Alice who is in an Alice dream,
A sleeping Alice dreaming of the White King, who is me,
As I dream of Alice, the White King and the Queen.
An Alice who is but a dream in Carroll’s insanity.
Dreamworlds within dreamworlds within dreamworlds without number;
Like infinite regressions,
Like the reflections
In two facing mirrors.
And as I dream I wonder:
Am I a dream in Carroll’s mind
Or is he a dream in mine?
The jester cries his tears in vain
the joy lies with the mad man
eternal bliss from darkness blame
the moment finite endless same
Impermanent like summer tan
as ancient San in Bushveld’s plane
a lapse of time in patient gust
with choice of haste or depth or must
surrender freedom kindness trust
And faithful love
from inside out goodness above
accepting planet’s rhyme and reason
anything else feels higher treason
To the laughter’s seasoned scent
with roads diverging crossing bent
Forking regressions roundabouts
shine simple wisdom strong and stout
As blackened tunnel’s epitaph
do jester madman share the laugh
The wise men women circle squaring
out of their boxes brave and daring
sparkling life flaming fan-faring
The rhapsody of conscious mind
in-sanity tears kindling kind
15th July 2016
Reflections at Midnight
while spending sleepless hours
like they were nothing but small change.
By day my mind swells
with that old '50s song I heard
down at the antique mall,
and keeps repeating it
over and over.
Then at night my brain
has to obsessively
has to obsessively
recycle every trivial event
happening in my life
and repeating that routine
over and over.
Admission to this movie
is free to adults.
I envy the children
sleeping so soundly
sleeping so soundly
after a day of play.
As for me, I ask myself,
when do I get to sleep?
It feels like I'm sucked
into a whirlpool
of infinite dreams,
like I'm caught
in a cycle of infinite regressions,
in a cycle of infinite regressions.
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