Rage against the feminine

[JustBe]

Mothers arms, she holds you close
You feel and sense her, the most
As the infant learning through
The wisdom, chained and broken view

Her wintery eyes, spring held dreams
Fall becomes her broken seams
Summer lights her warming smiles
Winter holding all her lies

Her dreams untold yet opened wide
Realised for a time inside
Since time began of her own life
As an infant, child, mother wife

The infant held by her hands
Infuses the child with all her plan
How she cares, how she is,
Through all her songs
She can only give

The child immerses
Learns through her eyes
Her touch, her feelings
Her heartfelt strides

How warm, how cold
How afraid and bold
How she the source
Of her feminine strong hold
Moves through the child
In every way
Each and ever other day

The mother source
Reflects the course
Of how the infant
Receives her force

Entwined as one
They forge a path
A creation born
Through her part

A foundation strong
In every way
We see and feel
Senses at play

If the course you see as her
Still remains or just a blur
The power in her motherly ways
Forms the ‘one’ as you each day

Until of course you reclaim those parts
Of the mother broken inside your heart
Until you do, your heart will break
Hurt you so, so much at stake

As the mother as myself and you
Put in place as your view
Until you end her broken ways
Embrace your heart
Another way

She lingers there inside so long
Breaking through your hidden song

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[JustBe]

When the feminine pain
Turns to stone
Embedded deep
It creates these clones

A mother full of fear
Projects
Over bearing
Her long held quest

Turns those solidified rocks
Into firing lines
That hook and lock
In the many ways
Her body lost

In the many ways her body lied
In the many ways her heart had died
In the many ways her needs weren’t met
In the many ways she lost to death

Fear and love
A merging heart
Portrayed as care
Burns a part

A mighty division
Inside is all
Our greatest
Grandest
Long held fall

With all our might
We hold that plaque
A stone filled cloth
A surrender
It imparts

The feminine desires
The feminine need
All flow from
This mother seed

Everything she is as you
Contains, withholds
Until you view
The plaque of stones
She passed through to you

Her division
Her every way
It flows through
Your seeds
Throughout your day

With closer introspection, see
Which stones you can
Liberate thee

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If you hold her up on a pedestal
To avoid to look at the minuscule
Those hidden subtle broken lines
Where energy cannot flow sublime

She may be your hero now
But don’t forget
Her straining brow
Her division
Is handed through

The many ways
She cared for you

If your heart protects so strong
To stop the feminine bridging song
You will miss those vital links
That hand to you
The feminine risks

That speaks to open
All those things
You cannot bear

To see her wings
Free this snare!

As you contain her feminine flight
You contain your body tight
She as you as the mother was
Will become the load
Of all above

Holding in
And down you’ll see
Control and fear
To lose this seed

Stifles, holds you back
From life
Always projecting
Into your fights

Your battles
Your long held hidden grief
A heart fully open
Will always seek

To repair, to restore
To mend those seeds
Forgotten mothers
In times of need.

[JustBe]

The anger spurts hidden low
Reacting as those stones you throw
Irritations, frustrations bear
The withholding of that feminine repair

As energy we cannot source
Those broken lines of mothers force
Until we look at mothers arms
Mothers face as both the balm

The hidden hold of broken dreams
Her separation, untended tearing Seams

You may think the world of her
But she embeds herself as hurt
As wounds inside, that your seed requires
To source and mend those broken ties

Often times when the other source is hard
Father spirit, as broken shards
The inner child holds on for dear life
As nothing to turn too
No where to hide

When two as one become your dream
You mend all broken hidden streams
As one, you are, through those storms
Through those memories
Of your families born

If you hold on to the only one
That gave you safety, gave you love
Protection, care from the bigger wounds
She the mother sends this tune

Sends this song, that men with might
Men with daggers, dominant heights
Are a weapon themselves to fear and fight
To surrender fully, is your sight

As the story becomes your own
The generational lines are your clones

So in this way, the mother source
The over protective, fearful choice
Turns you away, turns you strong
From the hardened man
Who broke this song

Instead you lean into the feminine arms
Comforted by her wounds and charm
Comforted by her alone
No longer willing to face your home

The totality of mothers song
Fathers voice, fathers wrong
Mothers choice, mothers space
How she created this whole
To face..

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She chose this man
She chose you
In her choice to bear this view
Her inner world
Knew no shame
Fear controlled
This whole game

Exposed to a man with such force
Becomes the game
To break this course

Where you alone
Become this seed
You alone must chose to see
That when you turn
To the comfort alone
You bear the burden of her home

Not only as her fear untold
But all of her she projected in her hold

Her emotions never claimed
Are as you define in your seeds

Denial cannot set you free
Acknowledge
All this family tree.

[JustBe]

It takes a long time



It takes a long time to understand nothing
Because everything gets in our way
When nothing is reached
And everything is faced
Nothing is everything
Everything is nothing

We reach out far and wide
We try to give out everywhere
We seek to find those missing pieces
Where life adds too, takes away from us
All the while believing we’ll find it out there
But nothing compares, when everything is found

No where on earth, will you find yourself
Anywhere on earth will make it known
Every thing you chase and turn
Face to face or in your yearns
You the one can only see
Everything you are
Can be

Nothing, everything
The wonder and the cause
The purpose, the creation of you
The life you have long held sought
To build, create, fight and free, embrace deny
Satisfy the “me”, can only be sought within your seeds
To liberate and never deny, you as the feeling, you as the source

Life as it is, can never be taught, can only be found in the treasures you seek
Contemplative existence, embedded in your seeds, embedded in your life streams
Embedded as you, connected to everything, nothing is your new, everything

Together

As one, as you..

[JustBe]

In our trauma and pain
We chose our earthly roles to learn and grow
Beyond what others, society applies to us
As a leader, learner, lesson laid
You are all those earthly trades
When you believe you cannot be
Every single one of these
Front and back side to side
Every angle of your eyes
You miss those vital
Missing links
Of your totality
That you think
Doesn’t apply
To him or her
But to
All
Within
This golden earth
Gold highlights
This earthly domain
Where heaven on earth
Is just a name
Creation is the whole
Inside
Never lost
But simply died
To imaginations running wild
Believing god and angels reside
Over our hearts
Our minds our life
Yet all the while
You created with might
To make your world as you desired
To eliminate what you despised
As you judge and banish the untold lies
Your hidden broken dream desired

Dreams become, what dreams may go, dreams as passing life long flow..

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The hand of mother/ father source
The family as your homely core
Ignite desire to know yourself
To know you as them
And you beyond
This earthly
Homely
Living
Den
As you grow in their arms
Their hearts their pain
Their broken charm
You come to know
Yourself as them
You come to
Know you
As this
Den



When all is done to let them go
As you inside your homely flow
You come to see them as a life
Reflecting you in all your strife
Reflecting you, in every way
What you love, what you say
Reflections big and rather small
Where you decide what will fall
What will stay, what will hold
What inside you, builds this fold
If you forget it’s all your view
How you feel, desire to few
You’ll see that all that stream of life
Sides with you, forms that plight
Desiring good, desiring love
Desiring god, desiring with a shove
Desiring good over bad
Desiring more, desiring fads

Will always bring you back to you
Show you where you contain the view
Contain yourself, by your sides


Travelling streams, where do I reside?
Nowhere, everywhere, anywhere I fly
If I stay put, in my old outdated beliefs
I cannot swim the oceans, sail in the breeze
Dance like no one is watching me
Dance to the tune of my own inner song
Dance to my hearts content
Is where I belong!

[JustBe]

Wholeness in its many streams
Floating by, floating dreams
Noticing, observing those
Breaking through
Their own flow
Looking in
I see my
Light
Turn to face
Their hidden plights
Their broken trails shed
And strewn, across the paths
Of all in tune
Where they
Reside
They blend their strewn
Forgotten dreams of ‘one’
Drift by, presence remains
Memories arise, broken pieces
Land on them, flowing through they
Source to mend
‘One’
Becomes
Their own blend
In moments realised
Wisdom never lies, it simply
Can’t deny, but look within, and bridge
Itself, torn by birth, torn by life of half its worth