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Thought Channeling
Thoughts flow from my mind like a newly tapped spring
or an oil well that has sprung a leak,
Spouting high into the sky
These thoughts have been
circling around my head for years
Lost with the passing of beers
And the raising of my fears,
I suppressed these thoughts for years
But They never died. They stayed deep inside,
Even when I lied, Even when my brain got fried.
So these thoughts bubble up from below the surface
and the subconscious mind has a meeting with the Self-Conscious.
The High Priestess and The Magus have a sacred ritual,
A coming together of consciousness,
and their holy union, shall bring about
The power of the Great Empress into this world.
The world shall bloom anew in a new springtime of wonder
Those lost in an ocean of regret and longing
shall finally surface, and gasp for air,
breathing the sweet breath of LIFE, yet again.
These thoughts were Never MY thoughts
I am merely a channel for the consciousness of love,
so I let it flow through with what I know,
because that's the way it goes.
We each have our art, our passion, our drive,
That which propels us to achieve greater things,
or to connect and share with other individuals,
going beyond what is found in the everyday world.
Well, the everyday world is my muse,
Art and music are my teachers,
Poetry is my release
Song and Dance are my instruments,
And You have shown me understanding
And
insight
or an oil well that has sprung a leak,
Spouting high into the sky
These thoughts have been
circling around my head for years
Lost with the passing of beers
And the raising of my fears,
I suppressed these thoughts for years
But They never died. They stayed deep inside,
Even when I lied, Even when my brain got fried.
So these thoughts bubble up from below the surface
and the subconscious mind has a meeting with the Self-Conscious.
The High Priestess and The Magus have a sacred ritual,
A coming together of consciousness,
and their holy union, shall bring about
The power of the Great Empress into this world.
The world shall bloom anew in a new springtime of wonder
Those lost in an ocean of regret and longing
shall finally surface, and gasp for air,
breathing the sweet breath of LIFE, yet again.
These thoughts were Never MY thoughts
I am merely a channel for the consciousness of love,
so I let it flow through with what I know,
because that's the way it goes.
We each have our art, our passion, our drive,
That which propels us to achieve greater things,
or to connect and share with other individuals,
going beyond what is found in the everyday world.
Well, the everyday world is my muse,
Art and music are my teachers,
Poetry is my release
Song and Dance are my instruments,
And You have shown me understanding
And
insight
Published 11th Jul 2011
| Edited 10th Feb 2016
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