Leaving The Labyrinth of Shadows

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I flew over a Body of Water
Cedar Seeds in a pouch were on my chest

I bowed to My Old dream from time before I was born

Am I returning to my Ancient Home?

I entered a world of tears...
Cried by Children of Earth
I heared songs of pain and terror

I have not met many spaces to nourish myself as much
And I forgot how to speak language of Spirits

That were events of a surface


For seven days I was asked to leave all my believes and selves and enter a circle of a ceremony
For seven days I stayed in a fiery steam to meet own borders and let tight layers away

After seven days I heared
That I have not completed my Joruney with The Father
That my Wounds are still ones that keep me away from my Power



After some time a healer invited me to her space
She asked me a question

Through that I have entered a deepest chamber in my Labyrinth of Shadows
I have seen I was married to the Dark Father in a strange marriage of domination and control

With help of  a Healer I ended that relationship

I said goodbye to the Dark Man

....


I am walking a New Path.....

Learning to speak Anew....
..and write New Poems....

A flesh of Love

He put a piece of his own flesh into her mouth

It was a sacred communion

In that moment all times met
All worlds whirled together
They blended own particles into a world that never existed before

With her tongue she was examining all stories that dream in cells of his flesh
He gave her his fire and Sun that slept in His soul

She never dreamt of such moment
Of how a man can fill body and soul of a woman
She thought stories like this are old forgotten legends


In that moment all went still and changed all

The one behind them

I have met you in my early years

You were my creator and my destroyer

I have met sharp blades that you have

I saw how they enter humans' minds

I was growing up right under your sight...

You taught me many things
You showed me expansion of mind
Encouraged me to explore

I didn't know the price I was to pay
And I escaped it when its time came

Your curse chased me all time after that
Your curse is my burden

Now I see all those you entered your blades in and I know

This is your final time

You need to let go
You need to let yourself expand
It is time

So we and you
We all will be free

Daughter of a running river

Water formed her body
Water plants became her hair

Stones became her bones

Sand became a color of her skin

She rose up when she was ready

She went into a human world

A guardian of a cave

Its claws were long and sharp
It was easy to fear them already from a distance

Powerful wings that could make fearful winds to scare any being in whole area that would try to approach The Cave

That was a Guardian of The Cave

The Cave was a Girl's soul
Inside there were winds  howling for Love
It was so empty as The Guardian was not letting anyone in

Inside the Cave there were paintings with images of Love
Lovers
Dreams

Yet a girl was to scared to make space for new ones and was scared to let someone in not to disturb a fragile area of deep levels of The Cave
She carried a memory of a betrayal and hurt

She often wanted to welcome guests who appeared in the area....yet the Guardian scared them away

It seemed if its role became more than protection
It started to scare away and so girl realized her Cave became so empty
Only winds were guests

She felt lost

She didn't want to be alone....

I honor my longings I honor my desires

I honor my longings
I honor my desires
 I observe and cherish them from chrysalis to butterfly...
And when they fly out from cocoon the tounge of a butterfly is my own tongue that touches nectars of flowers of life

I honor my longings
I honor my desires
 I sing when they die after a flight of so many colours..

Healing of a Lake

The Old Woman
She knows

The Older Sister
She warns

The Younger Sister
She carries sweetnes and play

The Caring Daughter
She supports

The Mother in Wholness
She loves and lets go

The Mature Lover
She gives and takes

The Healed Wild One
She never gives up....

The Wise Warriores
She gets to the point


The Great One
She carries them all...

I am a
Lake of a Soul

Transmutation of a poison into cure

Crossroads

A wild animal.....tamed by human body.....

Human body tamed by social conformisms.......

Thousands breaths of Love

I have fallen in love with a ghost of you

I let a breath of your visions thoughts words to pass through all cells of my body

It comes as slightly cold shivers

I am reading pieces of your mind that are blue printed in them..

I let images coming from your love to life to penetrate my heart

You used to be so close but I was frozen
Living in a lake of a dead love

Now I drink every bit of you
Even these ones who I used to see and hear hundreds times before

When you died in your self and you reached your wordly recongition
I finally saw who you are

I entered an invisible dimension where I met you

I was passing among thousands of your breaths
Each of a different frequency colour nature

I also saw breaths of pain
Ecstasy
Searching

I saw stories encoded in invisible particles of dimension of your Spirit


I am standing naked in whirpools of thousands of your breaths

I am ready for you to really touch my Heart now

Reclaiming own dreams

I clear chambers of my mind

I dive into cells of my body to help them regenerate after being dominated by toxins

I still circle in a labyrinth of emotions but now I understand it more and more and more........

I am seeing it from above

Frequencies of Life

Hundreds of waves

So many tunes

Disturbances

Mind catchers

I explore frequencies of life around

So many of them try to catch into false identities
So many are designed to take attention away from own true frequency
True frequency of desires dreams values and real nourishement

Cities are hughe radio boxes where false channels are working all the time

Nature has own frequencies
Subtle waves of regeneration and recharge

False frequencies are often  mistaken for free choice
In real they are designed to enlsave

Nature frequencies give feelings of clarity and empowerment

Choice is our....always

Wormholes into Selves

As I walk through meanings and symbols I see how all changes and how all returns to same points...like paths of a labyrinth...
 Constant wormholes into old , new and unknow selves....
I have shouted for revolution, sang songs of New World and now there is just silence and presence...
 I mourn Old Self and patiently wait to be born again....
Again and again.....


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A wormhole is a hypothetical topological feature that would fundamentally be a shortcut connecting two separate points in spacetime. A wormhole may connect extremely long distances such as a billion light years or more, short distances such as a few feet, different universes, and different points in time. A wormhole is much like a tunnel with two ends, each at separate points in spacetime.

Rebirth of Forgotten Dreams

Melting in time and space
Flashing into an ice cave.

I see myself naked in an ice cave.
That is where I am born anew into forgotten dreams.

That's where I realize that I was myself a frozen lake and now my Being transformed into a cave where I am born anew.

All Forgotten Dreams hibernated into Frozen Seeds.

Now I am alive again
Now I am ready to awake and sustain my dreams.

I woke up  the Fire inside to melt the Ice and water the Seeds.
I sense there is a fertile soil for them.....

I am reborn in the Ice Cave

Made of Water of my own Self.

Garden of Nectar

Melting into an Ocean of Sun

Whirling particles of warmth

Letting all cells to dance

I drink from an endless source....

Man of a Rock

The time when body of the Sun moved toward undeground corridors.

That's when the Man of a Rock took me to one of them....making an entrance clear...and wide..
Journey went through different worlds.
We bathed in an ancient sea that vapourised into quarzites....
We danced among plants and fruits grown on memory of ancient ways.
I hurt my hands on sharp edges of corridor.
Seeing many planes of the moment.
I met my own darkest parts and saw curses that cut me away from life.

Almost blinded by human stories I saw there, I didn't stop walking....

A crippled man and his dogs appeared. He was an ally. He supported me on the way.
In the end he gave me hawk's feather - to keep sharp sight.

With time Man of the Rock fell into pieces, became soft as a cake and gave himself as a sacrifice to false priestesses and priests....

In the end he was just a fool.

Yet I continued a journey.

Blessed are fools.....they take us to borders and remind of sobriety.

Poisoned fruit of Love

I saw his Tree and its Fruits

He shook them with pride...

He said he knows the snakes that live in the garden where His Tree grows
and that he dances with them and will follow what their wisdom brings

I smelled the aroma of these fruits on His Tree and danced around them

He invited me to Love and offered a fruit that was named A Promise

I saw that a fruit was not fully ripe
I saw that there was a rotten piece

I was intoxicated with its aroma...

I have bitten the fruit from his Tree

I ate almost all of it to notice that after few weeks there entered a poison into my body
The poison of doubt and conformism
The poison of arogance and fear
The poison of pretence and fake attitude

The poison of not fulfilled promise

I couldn't stay with him any longer and left a garden where His Tree grows

I left promises of reborn paradise
There is no paradise but to many rotten fruits...

I took shelter alone to digest the poison
I called in knowledge to heal myself
I healed the poisoned parts of my soul
I know well how to transform poison into cure
That is a wisdom of a snake

I went far from where His Tree grows
As nobody can grow Trees and call it an Eden again....

Ocean of Mother cells

....immersion into birth of own self....life coming out of a dying egg...
My brain is not the same again....when I drunk the ruby river..

Innocence grows....my neural network activates more....
I tune into songs of many....
My body speaks with voices of different cells...
I can taste the immortality temptation
I can imagine the story....

So many paths possible.

Lover of None

Oh Lover
I belong to Noone
Your Arms lead me to Nothingness

Your Love shows me Emptiness

Your Desire guides me to Non attachement

I belong to Nobody
Yet we are united

Love and Emptiness are marked by your smell on my skin
Your flavour in my mouth reminds me that nothing lasts and nothing ever disappears

Shedding skin of dreams

It is not true that we can not change a past..
It is not true that what is in the past is finished


A young girl sparkles in front of eyes of a mature woman
The woman looks deep into her , into stories of the girl that she didn't end
She looks at many changes the girl did
Many brave decisions
Many determinated changes of action
The girl thought she ended stories
The mature woman knows it is not true...

The woman looks at two dreams of the girl
One is a dream of love
Second a nightmare of violence

Dream of love is still beating
Like and abandoned animal with no food or water
Like a forgotten christmas pet
The dream pulses with promises of maternity
family life
fullfilment
hopes
songs

The woman sees how the dream is connected to a nightmare
Nightmare actually takes to much place in a girl so that dream can't really attach to her Being
 The nightmare is much more  blank than years ago
Yet still it inhabits girl's womb
It is a silent habitant living in hidden corners of girl's spirit
Woman sees that the girl understands the nightmare


The mature woman rocks back and forward

She swings between times
She changes into a Snake
She slides between generations and family lines of a girl

She smells
She recognizes connections
She sees a Power of Choice and Decisions

She slides through a mystery of human experience

The girl wakes up
She cannot sleep
She sences that she needs to heal her past and mourn her relationship

She makes decisions prepares ceremonies searches for healing
Under her bed there glows a snake skin

A woman looks at the bright sky..
She remembers how one night she senced something that disturbed her sleep when she was a younger girl
Now she understands how this changed her..

I see sad galaxies

I see sad galaxies in your eyes

Why did you stop singing your song?

What caused the Earth of your heart to stop turning?

Why the milky way of your skin doesn't flow ?

...For I have sadened over a dream
A dream that was stopped
A dream that wasn't born...

For now I waved goodbye to a song that was making Earth of my heart to turn


Oh Love...look at the centre of galaxies... There exists a spiral that transforms it all..
All goes back there and all comes out of there...
Let your dream to circle inside it... Let it die..
It will return as new stars, planets , clusters and worlds...