Twin flame, I see you burning. – Promote Yourself

Some people,

Come into our lives forever,

Some,

just so we may catch a glimpse of our soul.

To put us on the right path,

To be a beacon of light,

On the darkest nights.

To show us our dreams,

That we do not see,

Even though they scream.

They say,

We walk the earth

With the very same souls

Each life,

each time,

repeating a pattern,

repeating a crime.

With each familiar

Echo

Our soul connects,

Sometimes with laughter,

Kindness,

love.

Sometimes a knowledge of having it tough,

And in amongst the

de ja vu,

You discover the missing piece of,

You.

The mirror reflection.

Bits gone,

without detection.

An image of,

your dreams

your heart

your soul,

Everything new,

But everything,

You already knew.

 The twin flame doesn’t bring

Love,

lust,

or saviour.

A twin flame whispers in your ear,

That they are always near,

No matter how far,

Even the furthest star.

They show you your path,.

They are love that is unseen,

they are the reason you dream.

They are not the missing piece,

of your soul,

they

are

you.

And they always knew,

as did you.

They are the fire in your flame, 

hear them, 

as they whisper 

your name.

They are the light

that leads 

you 

into the night.

They are not the love that fills your thoughts,

they are the breath that gets caught.

Throughout our days,

the words say,

that our souls will meet,

and

filled

with

heat,

we will know.

Some will grow old, along by our side,

Some come along, 

for a glimpse at the ride,

some of them

unknown,

away they do hide.

All of them

here for a moment,

at

our sides.

Karen A Hayward.

This is my blog http://blossomsworld.wordpress.com/ 

Too Many Words – Promote Yourself

 

Words, they come like
a pump that is never shut off.
Talk, talk, talk, more talk.
Words always fail to fully
tell the truth so dependent
are they on being well chosen.
They never tell how it
really felt, the strangeness
of it all.

So many words, languages,
books, airwaves full of
never-ending words,
yet you do not
know why I weep
and I can not tell
you of my sorrow
my pain, fear,
not even my joy.

For in the end,
words are empty,
useless. I can not
speak of the past–
gone, gone. Words
fail in the now.
Please, no more words,
talk, blather…
just be quiet
and feel how I feel.
Sit with me
in silence
until the knowing
comes and words
are no longer
necessary.

 

It is then that you
arrive at my truth.

**********************

But Where?

Mothers, sisters, grandmothers
weep for lost ones
victims of a world where greed
surpasses the values of lives

Babies born without hope
despair is their fate
as mothers, sisters, grandmothers
shake their heads in sorrow
weeping for the lost ones

But one questions remains
not even a whisper…

 

where are the fathers?

*******************

Single Drop

 

 

A drop of water

contains all the oceans

unlimited rain

tears that do not cease.

 

The sun shines on all

bringing light to the darkest soul,

stars cover the skies

regardless of who lives below.

 

 

The Divinity has no gaps

special favorites

or enemies.

It is for all

for It is all.

Patricia Cegan

Source of Inspiration

http://http://patcegan.wordpress.com/

In Portuguese:

http://fontedeinspiracao.wordpress.com