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
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
Made up of hope and meditation
Love, imagination water my creations
Baby it’s amazing
All the days I’m facing
Nothing seems to phase me
~Sabrina Claudio
~Serenity
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