The Stone Institute

The Seed

The Seed

Shimmering in the Light of Gold,

The Sun set in The West.

Night Crept into the her Mind.

Dreams were Ahead if She could fall Asleep.

Pain Infused her Thoughts Isolated

By the Barriers between Her Mind and Reality.

What Force kept the Demons far Away

Eroded her Force Field with Each Sunrise.

She could only Deny the Truth for so Long.

 

Why did the Shadow of the Past

Cast itself beyond the Certainty of the Moment?

Could she not Discount the Dishonesty or

Deny the Relationship that Hurt her Soul?

The great Magnet of Fate Attracted her

To the Place that Rejected her Destiny,

Until the Moon began to Attract her Spirit.

Enlightenment did not Change her Human dimension.

Love, Food, Shelter were forever Necessary

To Nourish the Physical.

 

The Heavens could not Pronounce her Judgment.

Trumpets Blared beyond the Human sense of Sound.

Clouds could not Obscure her Mistakes.

She was Meant to Be the Nurturer,

Of the Life-force Destine to be the Redeemer.

Shimmering in the Light of Gold,

The Sun set in The West.

Night Crept into the her Mind.

She Bathed in the Subtle Healing Waters

Which had Fallen from the Sky.

 

Behold the True Nature of the Receptive,

Challenged by the Love of the Creative.

Earth has been the Soil.

This Woman had Carried the Seed.

The Future always Hides from the Past.

 

Kevin S. "Kiki" Merigian© September 2016

Posted by Kevin Merigian at 11:42 AM
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