Deep Within

Deep beneath the soul, yet on the very surface -
Who we appear to be, the ultimate illusion;
From divine love there is never any separation -
We are only masked by the frequency of confusion.

Always aching and yearning for something missing -
Longing for the place we truly call home;
Looking for the other half, who is not here -
In perpetual motion, the heart will always roam.

An awareness begs from beneath the mask -
Ever calling from the center of the heart;
Fear blinding, adding to the weight of reality -
There is only belief in the illusion of apart.

Only one way back to oneness, the path is so clear -
Reach beneath the fear and travel deep inside;
There it all awaits your once again discovery -
It waits where who you are will always reside.

Revolving Door

A constant round of circles;
Leading nowhere, never ending -
Looking always for the way;
Evidently lost, not pretending.

A cycle of will non-existent;
The other cycles continue to spin -
Revolving always, forever behind;
There is never any way to win.

Perfectly in sync at different paces;
Never any closer or farther away -
Missing the exit on every round;
It wasn't meant to be this way.

A dance of circumstance or penance?
Born of only the closed mind -
The heart waits for its release;
The music box knows only its wind.

Dance of the Muse

Glittered in love, straight from the center -
The muse that waltzes through my soul;
A never ending emulsion of the unexpected -
The flow of spirit, the beautiful goal.

A dance like no other underneath the stars -
Moonlight glowing through the shadows;
Taken away to another place and time -
Basking in all the soul hallows.

Unconditional and unbridled fiery passion -
A moment of mesmerizing eternity;
Pages multiplying as if by themselves -
Leaving in the wake, blessed serenity.

Trust the Heart

Hair with hues of blue, as the darkest raven -
Deep, lustrous pools of passion look out,
Seeing not what stands patiently before him,
All, in fear, this invisibility brought about.

What speaks to and urges on the soul -
The glorious passion that ever burns within;
Trust never being an option, as it seems -
Would the opposite of that be such a sin?

You see letting go as taking away this fire -
That which keeps your spirit driving;
Yet, this the very thing - what you truly need -
This fear is robbing your spirit of thriving.

Dance in the moonlight to the sound of the waves -
Celebrate every emotion you can feel;
Wake up and truly be alive in the light -
Let go - and finally, let your heart heal.

It is the heart that drives all things to success -
This, the ultimate and one simple rule;
Without it, struggles exist by leaps and bounds -
With it, removed are the obstacles of life's school.

Your heart speaks; your passion is waiting -
Open up, let go, and let all that pent up love flow;
Only through the heart does real success await you -
All it requires is just simply letting go.

Spawned by Addiction

Anxiety ridden, always waiting -
Tuned to the one hundredth degree;
Lost in the ugly dreaded moment,
Knowing what never can be.

This thing has its nasty hold -
Carrying you without consciousness,
Breaking every emotion within;
Taking you away to its nothingness.

So not a thing that can just be observed -
Caught in the rigid emotional trap;
Knowing you are the only one with keys -
Only you can draw this map.

This thing which you think you so love -
This thing for which you have no control;
Steals you away beneath the grime,
Ripping apart what is left of your soul.