Outwardly Poised:Inwardly Unraveling

I’m alone but I’m not lonely
Comfortably indulging
And trying to get to know me
I’m just an outline of what I used to be
Constantly evolving
Steadily revolving

~Sabrina Claudio

Suspended betwixt the deception of my doubts and my undying dreams

Forever Falling, as this heavy heart proceeds to silently scream, nothing is at it seems

Outwardly appearing poised, yet inwardly bursting at the seems

Over past lives this storied spirit grieves, breath taken away from me, as I bereave

Pondering as to whether the answer to the following sacred question was gleaned

Is there a meaning to life, or is it simply all that we make it out to be?

If this answer is bestowed upon the likes of me, will this soul take heed?

Or will these illusory fears impede on the unfolding of my dreams?

Thus stemming the flow of this ancient soul that eternally bleeds…

She’s well groomed, yet untamed and unkempt

She blossom and blooms, yet inevitably wilts

An elusive girl in an illusory world

In harmony with the universe

Completely balanced

Hitherto, an inherent tendency to tilt

Amidst societies constraints

For this, this free spirit was not built

A wandering woman, gliding gracefully,

As she trembles on stilts

Unfurling unapologetically, devoid of guilt

Upon this universally connected quilt,

liquid layers of her soul are timelessly spilt

Retreating to the safe havens of a solitary existence

Where she is unequivocally rebuilt

Suspended betwixt the deception of my doubts and my undying dreams

Forever Falling, as this heavy heart proceeds to silently scream, nothing is at it seems

Outwardly appearing poised, yet inwardly bursting at the seems

Over past lives this storied spirit grieves, breath taken away from me, as I bereave

Pondering as whether the answer to the following sacred question was gleaned

Is there a meaning to life, or is it simply all that we make it out to be?

If this answer is bestowed upon the likes of me, will this soul take heed?

Or will these illusory fears impede on the unfolding of my dreams?

Thus stemming the flow of this ancient soul that eternally bleeds

To her, reality, seems so surreal

Is this reality even real

What on earth am I doing here

Hope and meditation have become her protective shields

A precious space where revelations are regularly revealed

Long suppressed truths, become unsealed

Sub coconscious mind no longer concealed

Endlessly evolving, as layers of the ego are irrevocably peeled

This painstaking process, persists, never seeming to yield

Evermore rising into higher vibratory fields

Surrendering to this transcendent ascent,

So that her heavy heart may be healed

Her fate, by the divine, it has been sacredly sealed

Suspended betwixt the deception of my doubts and my undying dreams

Forever Falling, as this heavy heart proceeds to silently scream, nothing is at it seems

Outwardly appearing poised, yet inwardly bursting at the seems

Over past lives this storied spirit grieves, breath taken away from me, as I bereave

Pondering as whether the answer to the following sacred question was gleaned

Is there a meaning to life, or is it simply all that we make it out to be?

If this answer is bestowed upon the likes of me, will this soul take heed

Or will these illusory fears impede on the unfolding of my dreams?

Thus stemming the flow of this ancient soul that eternally bleeds

Floating weightless, as she falls,

Into this abysmal space, she begins to dissolve

As the world continues to spin and revolve

Intrigued by the unknown’s comely call

For life is not a puzzle for us to solve,

But merely a time space reality for which we are presently involved

A reality where there exists no right nor wrong,

Comforted by this conciliatory notion as she carries on

in a solitary daze, she drifts along

Incessantly humming the hymn of her hearts song

Face aglow, like nothing is wrong

To the depths of the darkness she is alluringly drawn

Yet for the luminescence of the light she lovingly longs

Suspended in a sea of solitude as she inhales

Inscrutable insights from her solace laden bong