THE JOURNEY

The Journey


The 'Thought' crept in quietly
From the distant part of her mind.
Enough -
Time to leave.
And so - like many other feelings
Of wanting change -
And adding deeper meaning to her life -
She finally made the decision -
Once again.

Now -
Months later -
The decision was set in reality.
This was it - at least for now.
What was interesting - 
Was just how clearly she could see
The distractions,
That before
Had not been as easily noticed -
Because before, she had become caught
In the seduction of its web -
And all its insistent rightousness.

Distractions are apart
Of living life.
It is the juice that keeps us
'Off track'.
We allow ourselves to be continually fed
The tantalizing juice of
What's better -
What's not.
What's proper -
What's not.
What's right -
What's wrong.
Who's responsible -
Who's not.
Who's to blame -
And why.

But mostly -
We are smothered with
Of the' Art of Feeling Guilty'
For all the things our 'Hearts'
Most truly want to feel.

And so the Journey -
The one she knew she had to go on -
Became a most important
Piece of the multi-faceted puzzle -
Of life and all its idiosyncracies.

The spontaneity of Life and Love
Trickle from within continuously.
If we allow it.
It is 'Who' we really are.
The breath of pure life
Echos from time frames far away -
And whispers.....
"Come Back to 'Now."

She was beginning to 'Begin'-
A place she most loved to be in.
And at the same time  -
She questioned where all her previous Journeys
Had led her.
A 'key' piece to the puzzle
Was beginning to reveal itself -
And she nestled back to her seat.

The 'Thought' crept in quietly -
From the distant part of her mind.
This time -
This time  -
This time  -
Could be quite different.

                  In Gratitude.......
                           Angelica









 

Stark Naked

STARK NAKED      

Undressing top to bottom
Leaving nothing on.
Nothing  -
  Nothing -
     Nothing -
Nothing to hang on to. 
Nothing -
   Nothing -
      Nothing - 
Nothing that once was.


We stand together naked -
Unhinging all the bolts -
Unwrapping all the lies -
Discarding  all the notes.
'Unpretending' Life -
Going for a ride -
Taking a deep dive -
Deep down
Deep down inside -
Way down,
Way down
Past doubts.
Deep down,
Way down
To nothing -
           Absolutely
                  Nothing.

"Emptiness"
Has a flavour -
Sometimes sweet -
Then sometimes sour.
Our taste buds 
Fight the journey -
Resisting the unknown -
We Remember the familiar -
We Embrace what once was 'norm' -
We Discard the useless flavours -
Then chew on 'Hearbreak' dramas.
We Inhale Lifefore energy - 
And exhale all of our pain -
We move towards the 'Start Point' -
Releasing what was gained -
Confusing sweet for sour -
          We begin it all
                     Again.



"Escaping"
Has no doorways -
All openings closed shut.
Facing our 'reflections'
Is a priority -
A 'Must'.
We see ourselves in others -
Their pain is really 'ours'-
The sooner we forgive this -
The sooner we reveal
What the' lies'-
Are all about.

Undressing top to bottom -
Leaving nothing on.
Nothing to hang on to -
Nothing that stays on -
Nothing to remember -
Nothing sweet or sour -
Nothing  -
But the Heartbeat,
And the Breath,
And all the Love.
Nothing  -
But the Magic,
From the Light,
From way above,
And deep inside.
Deep down,
Way down,
Where nothing -
And everything -
          Are really only
                  "One."

                               In Heart,
                                   Angelica


  
   



 








   



  










   

The Pearl

The painful side of life -
Can receive
A lot of attention.

Warned -
Not to touch the fire -
Does not necessarily mean
One does not touch it.
The under belly of our souls
Can scrape very close 
To rasors' edge -
On a downward fall of
Everyday life -
Everyday routine -
Everyday habits.

The 'Pearl'
Inside the oyster,
Hides itself
Within the membranes
Of it's kind.
Protected by hard shell -
Clammed shut  -
Ocean deep.

The 'Pearl'
Within ourselves,
Sits stirring
Unraveling -
Inside the framework
Of lessons learned
Or not -
And holds the promise
Of' 'Becoming' -
Free
From pain -
It thinks
As real.

We seem to keep giving
Back to life -
The very thing
We wish to release.
Our patterns of self destruction 
Are circular -
And spin faster and faster.

At some point
The oyster cracks open
And reveals its 'Pearl'.
At some point
We too  -
Must crack open
And reveal our 'Pearl'.
Our Soul
Demands this.

The painful side of life
Can receive
A lot of attention.
The painful side of life
Is really -
Not " REAL."


                    In Heart ........
                                  Angelica



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The Week After

I have been wondering -
As I sit here with my early morning Earl Grey tea  -
What -
Pray tell -
Is this all about?
It is December 28th, 20l2 -
Just one week after the welcomed / dreaded Winter Solstice
That we were told would change the world, mankind, life,
And anything else that has been our reality
Up to now.
This event has literally
Come and gone.

On a very deep level -
I have been preparing myself for this day
Event /Death / Re-birth -
For an extremely long time.
And now -
Just like that -
It has gone.

Gone where?
I ask this question
As I sip more tea,
And ponder my life and my place here.

I know in the deepest
Resides of my soul -
How this all works.
Life, Death, Rebirth -
My Lessons -
This school called 'Earth'.

But now what??
There seems to be this void -
'Black Hole'......
From whence I stir in
Mixed up with past memories  -
Of life.....
As I have known it.

In this moment -
On some level -
I am feeling deeply deceived
By the process
Of  'Becoming' -
And ashamed
For feeling this way.
Because I know -
Somewhere inside me
That this feeling also -
Is apart of the 'process'.

Where do I go from here?
This day - and the next?
A familiar 'ground hog day' scenerio.
I ponder once again -
Look out the window -
And sip more tea.
Maybe its time
For coffee......

In Reflective Heart,
                       Angelica





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