I sometimes feel like the night sky enters my mind,
As the stars twinkle inwardly,
Making me feel sickly honey sweet.
There's something romanticised in my mind,
About going Supernova.
Way down into the Galatic Center,
Where there is no sound...
The cosmic womb...
Today I said that that was the highest thing I could aspire to, to be as the cosmic womb, pregnant with infinite possibility.
Again my mind is overtaken by ether-like notions, and the heaviness of human existence is momentarily forgotten.
Drawing down the Goddess.
Speaking to the wind.
My heart beats fast,
There's a sense of urgency
I dont know how long I will be in this form,
So I must do what I can...
(If only I could burn away the heaviness in my weary head)
And be fresh, like the dew.
I could implode at any moment!
But somehow... I stay together!
What is this substance that keeps me maintained!
2 comments:
Thanks for being the first follower on my blog.
This poem is lovely -- I feel that we have similar sensibilities.
My sister's husband is from Adelaide, and they lived there (Victor Harbor) for 2 years -- and now back in the states really miss it. I hear it is beautiful.
Keep up the moving work! It is needed at this time. Namaste.
Hello,
Yeah I was looking for people that might have similar interests, and found you through the listing of Astrology of the Seers in the favourite books section.
I enjoy reading other peoples astrological writings :) My friend has studied the Vedic Astrology course with David Frawley, and so I have access to reading a lot of information, and explored my own chart quite extensively - but there is always so much more to learn!
Blessings
- Emeera
Post a Comment