Walking Enlightenment Road

Walking Enlightenment Road

PhotoArt by Sharonlee2012

Poetics at dVerse with Brian Miller behind the bar- Prompt "Choices"

Walking Enlightenment Road

I look back now with a wiser woman's eyes

 and see so clearly where I've been...

coincidences flow together

defining paths crossed

and rutted roads that led

to somewhere… I was meant to be…

for reasons that may unfold

… if I don’t misread

the elements

active in my life…

if I have strength

to follow the  signs…

if I don’t get lost in a vicious cycle

of cause & effect…. reaction & retaliation…

I understand now

things seen with silent eyes

unknown signals

that lured me through life

step by symbolic step…

… even the stumbles were meant to be

broken hearts…. skinned knee…

moments where prophesies

merged with the now… somehow…

third eye

intuitions

expanding with insight

lessons learned in life -

… karma can be a harsh Mistress

if she believes a lesson is to be learned…

evolution of my destiny

preordained… perhaps… to bring me here… now

to this place & space & moment of time

at this stage of my life

strengthened by the experiences

gained up till now…

all coinciding with a nexus

of interconnecting life-vibrations – likeminded souls

who resonate in rhythm as one …

I look back with a wiser woman's eyes

 and see so clearly where I've been

… I see the pattern of my life

the template of a matrix

the ‘blueprint’ as it were…

showing flowing lines… vortexes

where vibrations resonate strong

… dark knots of haemorrhaging  bruises

melting into subsiding pools of stagnant energy…

I acknowledge errors in past judgement

I forgive myself for choices wrongly chosen…

I accept my flaws & honour my strengths…

… for I look back with a wiser woman's eyes

 and see so clearly where I've been….

…. and I now know

 that where I am

is where I am meant to be;

Sharonlee©

The Sunset of Our Existence

The Sunset of Our Existence – A Tale Alternate Realities…. Maybe

Art by Sharonlee

The Sunset of Our Existence – A Tale Alternate Realities…. Maybe

 in a year that has not happened

…in a world that does not exist

there still floats skeletal remnants

gliding lifelessly in purple mist….

but, ah I get ahead of myself

for the tale does not start here

let me go back to the beginning

tho' be warned…

you should tremble… in misery & fear…

for this is not a simple tale

or one for weakened hearts

…I hope you are all quite settled

for now my sad tale starts….

many many eons lost

in a time that was never found

there existed a fleeting netherplace

in the echoes of unheard sound…

I tell of a world so fantastical

it lived and died in one night

a night that existed in inbetweenity

and faded in a new dawns light….

the people were all poets

musicians and the like

inventors and epic storytellers

too profound for mortal sight…

they lived by the pen and the beauty of art

they lived to create what has not been seen

they knew the power of nihilistic delusion

and that 'life' was but a dream….

they created words too potent

for mediocre minds to comprehend

and composed scores of music

that played on with no end…

they fabricated fantastical concepts

with purposes vague and imprecise

deliberating and debating

all through the endless night…

but… and here my tale grows woeful

for jealously and greed abounds

outsiders became incensed

with the utopia these artisans had found…

 the cold hard claw of green-eyed greed

roiled & boiled & schemed & seethed

and set to end the endless night

and tho' the artificers of this tale

struggled to halt this plight

capitalistic cannibals sucked greedily

embezzling creativity's shining light

supplanting art with commercial banners

that played to mindless minds

until all that once existed

disappeared from time….

now, I know you cannot see me

but my empty chair still rocks

…my voice drifts on in eternity

and all else…. all else is lost….

sharonlee©

 

 For today’s Poetics at dVerse with Brian Miller behind the bar

 

 

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