Eye Of Horus: Bird God Sees All

When I fly high
i see all of humanity
locked in its own embrace
trying to curl in
upon itself
and carry on sleeping
but….
its time to wake up
from our slumber
and call to arms
the armies of angelic host
to help us conquor our own fear

Right now

Awaken your vision….

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Living Upwards

Are you turning your world upside down?

 

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Sometimes
in order to live upwards
we must fall downwards
like drips
running off the canvas
of time and space
we must allow
ourselves to run
unfettered
with gravity’s pull
and when we reach the edge
we must allow
ourselves to dry
resting
simply breathing
on the beach of emptiness
as we dream at the borders
of infinity
only to renew ourselves
once again
by turning the canvas
upside down.

When asked today in my Magic Mirror Challenge about the message I want to espouse, I am forced to think long and hard about it. There are so many pat answers I could give, but if I am living true to my word I want to go deeper than all the platitudes that have been already said.

If I could put this painting and it’s meaning into a message that would perhaps carry, and give new perspective it would be…

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Go Through, Gatekeeper. Go Through!

I feel like I shouldn’t be this comfortable or confident;
I feel like my life is a wreck and I am doing everything wrong!
‘You are’ said the voice.
What do I do with That!? I ask myself (not wanting to fight).
Nothing.
You cannot fight it.

Right or wrong, I guess I want a phantom;
I want something I do not know.
I see things based on evidence and intuition.
So you could say that yes, I am day dreaming my future into being,
Where as others, are dreaming themselves into oblivion.

You ARE the gate keeper;
You can see things how ever you like,
But you only see the dreams of those who pass through your door.

It is time to dream your own dream.

If our ways are supposed to part, then it will be from your strong desire;
I have no desire to leave or destroy.
I seek only to build, repair and develop.
I seek only to know the future I have never experienced,
Not to repeat the pasts that I have.
I seek to make amends, to adapt and evolve.
I seek to expand upon what I have and keep for myself a stable base from which to spread my wings.

If you wish to be part of my world then visualize yourself there.
Do not leave your dreams in the grip of negative presuppositions.
You neither know the way, or can predict its results unless you dream the way yourself.

It is time to invest in your own dreams and stop merely holding the doors for others without passing through.
Don’t let life pass you by by grasping at it.
You must enter it.
You must leave all past behind and let it serve merely as a guide, not a beacon.
Your beacon should be your own dream
Not that of others.

Phoebe Thomasson
Dorchester, Dorset
Feb 15th 2016

Barnabus

Sometimes, things only strike you as obvious when you have been through a crisis and all your doors of perception are open.

How many times have we encountered ourselves and others as merely the gatekeepers to the dreams of others.

When are we going to finally own up to the individuality that sets us apart from everyone else on the planet and be courageous enough to embrace it fully.

I think I ask myself this every day.

I get stuck on the how’s but hey, I’m doing it, even though I haven’t a clue how.

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Storm The Embankments of Your Mind

And suddenly
I feel whole
again

Loved and not alone

In step and in tune
with the universe around me

Not like before
when nothing made sense

When all I could see
was suffering
and lies

No
Not like that

It’s warmer
somehow
precious
to be human
once again

(I think that may be because
I now know how to wrap myself
in a blanket
of my own design.)

P.T.
Feb 7th 2016
Dorchester, Dorset, UK

Is Success Hunting You?

When things do start to work out for us, how do we feel about that?

When the omens of looming success start to appear, what do we do?

Do we run into familiar ruts, like battle worn soldiers retreating into muddy trenches, shooting our own feet as we stumble into worn out habits and behaviours?

Or do we spill over the edges of the embankments we have made and storm the enemy with the confidence of the sun?

And just who is this enemy?

Well, all I can say is that when I run onto the battle ground, my opponent holding the gun, looks a lot like me.

Here’s to confronting our fears, and loving ourselves.

Here’s to EVOLUTION!

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A New Freedom

 

Through dreamy landscapes
Mind travels
Between god
And the sky
My spirit revels
In new found freedom
Thought flight
Now safe
The barbed wire gone
No longer am I snagged
Upon the electric strands
Of fear
That held me
For so long.

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Sparkle! Pure Vibrance We Are…

Something to want
the jewel, the single piece
that shines like Diamant
in the sun
but fits like a glove
with no irritation
gleams prismatic light drops
on to the wall of my room
where I take refuge in my words.

Sparkle!

I want to glint
in sun ray penetrating
your darkness
those lost in violent worlds
should wear bright jewels
and yellow cloth
remembering we are all
bright inside
pure vibrance at our core
forever.

23rd April 2015

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Infinite Kindness/The Explorer of Worlds

What are we?
a miracle of complexity
what other creature
can see beyond itself
into the stars?

Illuminating universes
for one another
we crave to help
so we may ALL live in peace.

Get over it
you angry ones
illusion in which
you are caught
blinds you
to the existence
of brothers and sisters
from outside of your time.

They talk of us
as distant strangers
how we do strange
and unusual things

We are but as myths
and we must continue
to penetrate their worlds
with infinite kindness.

(I saw Sue Perkins bowing with such reverence to the group of women from the Singapore jungle)

The quicker you go
the less you will know.

Slowly and with care
let us strive for excellence.

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The Yin & The Yang

Blending lemons and limes
its a rhythm thing
seems that when I’m
In the vein of truth
there is endless time.

I am not a writer
I can’t be for
I have no pen;
only this on in my drawer.

Who am I ignoring?
who am I trying not to be
that I am?
oh its me
it’s that old thing again.

When I get stoned
out of my mind
it’s a bit like dying
it always was, for me…
not everyone had that
reaction.

Unbalanced (just playing how I felt; scared)
Full of fear (terrified of what I thought was)

I found my pen
at last.

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I Once Believed

…that you were better than me
…that you had it easier than me
…that you worked harder than me
…that you had something I did not
…that we were worlds apart

then…

I looked inside
and found my best
was good enough
that I too had it easier
than those before me
that I too worked hard
that I too had something special
that we stood beside each other
traveling companions
not enemies.

31 Dec 2014

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Here it is again….Low Pressure: A Poem “Black Dog and The Widow”

This pain, not physical so no one can see
it’s why I wear a glum face for lunch
depression my guest today
welcome in I say
I feel I have no choice
but to let her in and have her way
the black dog
comes and throws up
over the carpet
barking at me the details
of how sad my life is
no recourse to the facts
are they the real reality anyway?
I cannot tell
the black dog is large
and taking up all my attention
I am angry but feel powerless
drained of vitality
it only took thirty minutes to arrive
destination overcast
when outside the sun beats
spring cool breeze coiling
I should feel happy
shouldn’t I?
the black dog looks up
her owner I spy in the corner
she’s dressed in black
perennial widow of the world
she’s the voice and persona
of scornful mourning
beyond reasoning
she laughs and agrees
yes your world is so sad
so sad you shall be.
 
No! I think
I run to the computer
my thoughts ordered by print
it’s logic that I need
she leaves sashaying
whistle between teeth
black dog follows
leaving a small pile of hair
on the sofa.
 
Gone, for now
she’ll be back
with black
am I prepared?

P. Thomasson
11th April 2015