AwakeningA Poem by Kendallbecause life is a series of awakeningsBetween the time the Astrologer taught me the ease of reality manipulation by simply changing your mind and that last desperate hit of consciousness inhibiting poison so delicately handled by Morpheus, I awoke from this nightmare I have been knitting myself with pens and pads and keys and screens, thought loops and ancient emotions that no longer serve me. Wiping the dust of hypnosis from my third eye I peer around to see my implications: The clarity of Karma in motion. Honestly, I was overwhelmed, but never scared, because I asked for this: show me everything. So this is the journey's interlude where you sit back and watch memory movies made from melancholy madness Embracing your decision to accept and process pain with a candor and a courage to fearlessly advance. An incredible amount of life shifted since that last hit and that astrologers advice I find myself wiser and humbled Beset by limitations yet open to all possibilities in the chaosphere. Matured by the fallout of inner battles and outward foibles, still I fumble less The soul scars are a reminder, The smokeless fire of misdirected passion can at any moment, be alchemized into the blinding light of unconditional love... not just for others to occupy that empty chasm but most of all for oneself
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1 Review Added on March 12, 2019 Last Updated on March 14, 2019 AuthorKendallAbout"The drug fiend, the psychopath, the lunatic and the saint are all members of the same family, and that which divides them is not the result of any differentiation of the soul, but rather in the degre.. more..Writing
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