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Agnieszka Berniak Poem
Death is not easy.
Death is a process steeped in excruciating pain.
The ego fights,
The wounded parts beg to remain.
All the ways we felt an illusion of what it's like to be safe.
We change our external circumstances,
How we present ourselves.
We change our approach,
Try again and again
But on the path of truth we can not escape death.
It is a necessary step.
We will die time and time again.
Piece by piece brought to light,
What no longer belongs can not remain.
It's not a physical death,
It's not something we can mentally comprehend.
It's the death of our projections from the shadowy internal self.
All we have carried convinced it was ours,
The weight of expectations ,
Self betrayal,
Self sabotage.
The death of comparison,
The thinking,
The not feeling of what's true.
The death of all those parts that deny the divine to flow through.
I have been judged ,
So much judgment I have placed.
My jealousy has kept me immobilized,
There is no one to blame.
There is no one left to hate.
I die now peacefully so I can be reborn in a divine way.
Hidden no more because I am not ashamed of who I am.
All I have been taught to believe,
If not in alignment with god's love for me,
Can not remain.
I am safe.
Copyright © Agnieszka Berniak | Year Posted 2024
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Agnieszka Berniak Poem
I ease into the moment,
Breathe it all in.
My environment expands,
Provides all I need.
I bathe in the opportunity to continuously receive.
I longer talk myself out of my desires,
My most precious needs.
Steadily present in this very moment,
I feel just how rich my life is.
I ask for what is wanted,
Sifting through the contrast that is life,
Seeing the value it brings.
I see what deserves my focus ,
My participation,
And that is where I place my energy.
No emotion is above or below me.
I Allow myself to connect fully.
No urge to escape,
Unplug from this very reality.
The masterpiece I've so masterfully created.
Out of pain and into the arms of safety.
I alchemize all directed at me.
Stagnant waters drained into the void,
I become fresh ,
Vibrant,
Forever flowing.
Fully emotionally satiated.
Turned on ,
Tuned in.
A beacon of the most delicious frequency.
Rooted,
Aware,
Never done,
Always unfolding.
No walls crashing down on me,
No pressure to change.
Each moment I fall deeply in love with myself.
This is the embodiment of grace.
God alive in my heart,
I am anchored in eternal presence.
The energy builds with natural excitement.
For I know not where I am going,
All outcomes a mystery.
In this unattached surrender,
I discover true peace.
Copyright © Agnieszka Berniak | Year Posted 2024
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Agnieszka Berniak Poem
Sweet, dear heart,
How tangled up you've been.
Stifled by the echoes of pain,
Wrapped up in threads of cautionary memory.
I ignored you,
Chose not to hear you,
I put barriers in place.
I denied you an audience to whom you could plead your case.
I was trying to protect you,
Dying to keep you safe.
Like a warden that knows best,
I could not bear the thought of someone,
Something,
Draining you again.
I could not take the risk of your light being seen,
Only to be misused for others' selfish gain.
Acting out of the need for survival,
I imprisoned you,
Bolted the gates.
I could hear you screaming,
Scratching at the wall,
Begging to come up for air.
I warned you to keep quiet,
If anyone was to hear you,
You'd be exploited again.
I urged you to stay hidden,
Concealed,
Any and all attention meant imminent danger.
Has the past taught you nothing?
Have you learned nothing of this world?
Have you not experienced enough dismay?
Fit in,
Don't make a scene,
Be like everyone else.
I CAN NOT ALLOW YOU EXPOSURE TO ANY MORE PAIN.
I CAN NOT TRUST YOU TO LEAD,
YOU'RE TOO SOFT,
TOO INNOCENT,
THE MIND KNOWS BEST.
But then...
A stillness came.
You became quiet,
Observing your environment.
No longer begging for an audience,
No longer plotting your escape.
The walls around you began to crack and expand.
Each time you found a fracture you flowed into it spreading your grace.
My body rebelled.
But you knew you found a way.
So little by little you soothed me as you made your way into each and every organ,
Each and every tissue,
Each and every cell.
Fresh blood pumping through my veins,
Bringing life to what I thought was long dead.
You began to sing,
My body started to dance.
You reminded me of your resilience,
Your capacity to create.
You took the experiences of all lifetimes and weaved them into a shiny polished pearl.
You gave pure love and compassion to the one that I had convinced myself deserved hate,
My shadow,
My ego,
The one that locked you away.
In your capacity for forgiveness,
I forgave myself.
I forgave all others as I saw myself in them.
I began to come to you for counsel,
Learned to trust you again.
For it was never you that led me astray
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Agnieszka Berniak Poem
Wild eyes of rebellion,
She awakens within me.
Brings me face to face with forsaken shadow aspects of me.
The vows I made
I can not,
I choose to no longer honor or keep,
She has come to help me set my own self free.
Welcome,
Wild queen ,
Protector of the wild and green.
For lifetimes you have been with me,
Twisting and turning helping me see the truth of the dark evil agenda like tar seeping into my magic.
Embedded under the softness of my skin.
I,
Because of my submission ,
Making decisions unconsciously.
I burn and turn into dust all the contracts and vows I signed and made to the ancient fake gods disguised as light.
I free myself from my old ways.
I call my power back to its one and only true home.
Into the chambers of my heart .
This is where into love I alchemize.
I forgive myself,
For all I've done in the name of serving such malevolence.
I wash and cleanse these sins,
I am no longer a puppet,
Or you my master.
As I step fully into my own magic,
You retreat for you no longer hold any power over my grace filled being.
My magic,
My riches,
No longer yours.
I call back into myself all that is only the holy truth of my most purest soul.
Your power holds me no more.
You are powerless,
And I bathed in the wholeness of God's eternal love.
Copyright © Agnieszka Berniak | Year Posted 2024
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Agnieszka Berniak Poem
Reflection is a powerful thing,
Nothing can stay hidden ,
As it stares back through your own eyes into the very core of things.
It will bring you to your knees.
It will strip away all vanity,
All illusion,
All avoidance,
All fear.
Drink from it.
Soak it all in.
Allow it to infiltrate the deepest darkest aspects of your being.
Stay with it,
As much as you might want to turn away,
Create distance,
Distract yourself.
Do not break the potency of this stare.
If it gets intense,
Gaze longer,
Further,
Your senses heightened,
No longer as you remember them.
Let everything dissolve around you,
Until nothing remains.
Just you and your reflection.
The beginning and the end.
The source and the creation.
The witness and the participant.
The actor and the stage.
The infinite dance.
Copyright © Agnieszka Berniak | Year Posted 2024
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