#spiritual poem

[soulmovedbyspirit]

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𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅

𝑯𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕

𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆

𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏

𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑰'𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒓𝒆

𝑴𝒂𝒚����𝒆 𝑰 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑... 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒕 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒈𝒐

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐? 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕

𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉

𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕?

𝑰𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅

𝑨𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

(All my divine feminines/masculines are going to understand and feel this deeply. I wrote this poem just before I was about to release one of the most karmic & draining encounters of my life. It was hard because I felt this was actually my life partner lol but looking back, i didn't fully respect myself because if i did, i wouldn't have let myself stay in that situation for almost 3 years 😵‍💫. I was ready to give up on relationships/ love period because the men i came into contact with were just tooooo traumatizing. For some of us, these trials are here to test our faith & will to believe in love. This is what makes earth so special is the energy of love. That's why it's a war to get rid of emotion & connectivity. This poem explains the journey of divine feminines/masculines to their divine masculine or feminine, you will usually go through a few trials or either a huge & draining one before you come into union with your divinity & the one who you are meant to be with. Some of us are born with the feeling of knowing we are here to meet someone specific, LOVE is a powerful emotion, and don't ever feel bad for feeling or wanting it. Just remember to love and see the value in you first."

[wandoffire]

Cups - A Tarot Poem (Part 1)

A drop turns to rain to a river to take your pain.

Hidden hands hold you up,

Taking the weight of your filling cup,

Until there’s plenty to share.

Joining forces and mixing waters.

When what’s offered is no longer wanted,

And trophy’s have fallen but some still stand tall.

In the comfort of your cottage

You receive a message, a sign, an option.

Do you want it?

Chasing fake hallucinations,

Or walk away to a better way.

Where you can say,

“I am proud of who I am.

I love everything I can, and it loves me back.

Heart on my sleeve with the strength to believe,

Making dreams reality.

Feeling so deeply but won’t let it take me.”

In rough seas but standing strongly.

(By wandoffire / @theuniversessoul )

Part 2 - Swords

Part 3 - Wands

Part 4 - Pentacles

[gemrose]

the river flow carried

from deep in the mountains

the faint sound of a temple bell

~ Meeta Ahluwalia

[unknown-internet]

As a girl, many people try to tell you that womanhood is right around the corner. That the right peak of fruit will start to blossom in you. You will start to wear bras that feel itchy and subconscious about the way you are starting to grow.

People try to tell you that you will feel the wrath of pain and destruction within you. You will start feeling a weird sense of maturity when the 'period' comes. It comes fast and at any point in life.

It will grab you from the stomach, make your knees weak, and make you bleed. That's what they say. I was taught in school that this moment will happen, but don't fear it since it is part of life and womanhood.

One day it happened. At the right age of 10 that was the first time I felt blood rushing down my lips outside on my backyard. I felt the pain and destruction within me. I felt the weird sense of maturity that everyone said I will feel.

My mother grabbed me from the stomach as she looked at my face to see what she has done. Blood. A loose tooth. I stopped crying with knee shaking as I looked at her when she said she didn't mean to hurt me. It was my fault for being in trouble.

The sense of maturity washed over me as I realized that I had to become a woman.

[starmothpress]

My art from today and the poem it inspired 🌊

[candy-colored-misery]

i look up into the sky no moon, just stars and i think about how i wish you were here to see it with me i wish you were here tonight

[ivemanifest]

I can allow good things to come and I can allow change to come. I no longer hold fear to what is unknown to me. I trust the process and the divine timing.

[fratresdei]

lol

IG: @theodorathomaspoetry

[quantum-bound-poet]

"Lucifer, Another Me"

Deep in my silence, passions embers are aglow.

My Kindred, sinful soul feels an ancient sinful woe.

Flames that live to burn with a need to truly be.

Existing in the ruins of my own creativity.

Misjudged perhaps, the light burning within.

It's a fire that burns, yes. But in hopes to begin.

And in my reflection. In the mirror of the night,

My heart understands a devil's outcasted right.

Whom among us has not yearned to soar?

To break from their chains. To force open a door.

Yet faced with the worlds cold shoulder in return.

Their attempts to suppress what we’ve dared to let burn.

Our silented yearn. BItter whispers curse the skies.

My silented nod from where true empathy lies.

Cast me to hell and find my revolt to be divine.

When no longer must the burning truth inside of me hide.

Derek Abraxas

[roxennewrites]

Another one of my plants died today.

I drenched it in water - no wonder.

Everything I touch seems to wilt,

smothered by my need to pour too much

into something other than myself.

This is where you and I differ:

When my plants die,

they drown from too much care.

Yours wither quietly,

forgotten, thirsty for the love

you never spared.

[proseinthegarden]

↟↟↟ "i'm seeking a tree" - poem by proseinthegarden ↟↟↟

[venusian-oceans]

Entry #3: The Spiral

Date of writing: 6-10-2024 & 7-10-2024

Date of publishing: 18-10-2024

The spiral is a symbol that represents the cycle of life; birth, growth, death and rebirth. It represents going from the outside to within, from ego to soul. Expanding and growing in spirit.

However, no one seems to be talking about the painful process of the movement of growth and expansion itself.

You’re stuck in limbo, some parts of the old you are dying very slowly. All you can do is watch them as your ego is clinging onto you like a leech. You try to shake them off, but it seems pointless. They’re dying anyway.

You know the stories they have been telling you are far from the truth, yet you still extend your energy to listen to them.

You are changing and you are terrified. In a state of panic, the voices in your head try to convince you that the way that things were fine and they shouldn’t change, you shouldn’t change.

But as you look outside and look at your pack of cigarettes and ashtray of unfinished joints and messy room and unbrushed teeth and aching body and unfulfilled promises to yourself, you know things weren’t fine.

You know you weren’t fine.

You know you should change.

So you cancel out the noise. You acknowledge that anything your ego is saying to you right now is useless and a part of the old story. You know that the voices in your head are lying, because of the fear of change.

You repeat to yourself over and over again that it’s for the better and that you will be so much better off if you just let it go.

As you hear just a little less noise and can now see how the last few parts of the old you are taking their last breath, you know you must go within now.

It’s scary to go within. You haven’t been there a while. Too scared, too stoned, too numb. Yet your sensitive heart brought you here, back on your yellow brick road. And as you begin walking it again, you notice the pattern of you walking in circles…again.

And you realized this won’t be the last time.

Channeled songs/lyrics

Oblivion by Jhené Aiko; the world’s a fucking mess it makes me sick and i am every bit a part of it. I may have started it

Womb by Melanie Martinez; feeling alive the closer that I get to my life.

555: change, transformation, good luck, personal growth, spiritual guidance, spirit is with you at ALL TIME, things are shaking, be prepared to roll with it, embrace the next stage of your journey, big bright light, big bright energy, expansion, don’t shy away from your own growth!

Author’s note: Thank you for reading, first of all! I wrote this around a time where I knew I needed to let go of old beliefs and actually start BELIEVING in the story I have wanted for so long. If you can relate to this poem in anyway, I want to remind you that you are not alone in your process and you are doing so well! Keep trusting your own judgment and keep going, you are growing more than you think you are. I love you <3

[wandoffire]

Swords - A Tarot Poem (Part 2)

A glimmer of reflected light,

All confusion left behind.

Or so you thought, but have you fought

What’s preconceived and useless in your mind?

You will find blades of despair

And before you know they’re there -

You’ve lost too much of yourself.

Take time away but it barely helps.

Feels like everyone is out to get you,

So you pack your bags and leave it all behind you.

Tip toe through unknown

To free yourself from where you stay.

Break this cage

Hanging right over your head,

Weighing down on you like lead,

Until it’s dead.

Opening pages and rushing ahead,

But you got there in the end.

The breeze might shake off leaves

But every stem and branch still stands.

(By wandoffire / @theuniversessoul )

Part 1 - Cups

Part 3 - Wands

Part 4 - Pentacles

[therealmabelpinez]

I had felt it many times before, the feeling of peace that helped my body feel calm. It was in that moment that the longing feeling was gone because I had remembered the stillness in my heart. What I am truly capable of, my true nature. All throughout our lives we search for “that feeling”. That feeling of love, excitement, happiness, and peace. The kind that we feel emanating of our lovers’ eyes, the joy of a puppy, the laugh of a baby, the drop on the rollercoaster, the deep love and stillness from a resting ocean. It’s in these moments that we feel the ultimate love, as it is coming from the source of our existence, tiny glimpses' flashing through our body, filling our energy field and helping us remember who we really are, if only for a second. 

[unknown-internet]

always the artist; never the muse.

[starmothpress]

Poem 2 from my mini zine Unicorn Tears

This zine is available in my shop in digital and physical form, and everything in my shop is currently 25% off!