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Category: Poetry
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Written by Adaya Marcel
Photo by Denise Marcel.
Darling, we are Immaculately precious,
Created by the Creatress
through sensuous alchemy;
whimsically fulfilling Her Sentient Destiny.
Wilted by the distant crescent moon
we crept through our history,
now are quickened by necessity....
THE ALL calls to our all.
What an honor to be so loved.
Past treatment,
likened incessantly
to pissed-in snow,
shall be released by the sun
into a watershed of understanding,
a cascading torrent of romanticism
that will turn our wounds pristine-
opaque turned crystalline.
Healing stories to tell,
even so, outward from hell
to where we will
obtain salvation in opalescent
karmic prismatic sensation.
Conscious Transformation.
Precious Jewel,
as the rivers swell in our eyes,
least we dwell in wretchedness....
witness me witnessing you,
Beautiful Goddess Sister
I am your sanctuary.
Together we will recover our purity.
I see you,
I know you,
I feel you,
I am you.
I love you.
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Category: Poetry
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Written by Adaya Marcel
Sekhmet's jewel tears. Photo by Denise Marcel.Walking above the treeline of substantiation,
Sanity slips away; Divinity embraces the Lion.
Sapient mystical stasis, dynamic insurrection;
Resurrection of the dying dream from an involuntary scream
Coming from a mother who thinks her child is stillborn
But love is never dead upon arrival;
It just depends on your angle of reflection.
Seven years denote the beast which springs from the heart
Of a heartless Priest with unholy intentions;
Horizontal atmospheric avections,
Designed to deny the truth of our perfection.
Mercator projections; a deformed version of our world
Rolled up into a regurgitation of tools for subjugation.
Seven tears that Sekhmet sheds are not grief;
They are pearls of wisdom, ruby's of gratitude
And seven energy gates into interconnection.
Perpendicular delineations of dimensions
Relating to our greater realities.
Her tears fall below the horizon.
The Universe is mental...Everything is in your ability to receive.
The Universe Talks to itself...through us...if we can allow the vision
The Universe Vibrates continuously...
Via our beating hearts, if that be our decision.
The Universe is polarity...
Mutual opposition is cooperation.
The Universe is Rhythm...
Recurring truth pulsates on the drum of forever's destination.
The Universe is Cause and Effect...
Conception, inception and essence of consequence...
Depending on investment and delegation.
The Universe is Gender....Engender, Render, Splendorous Regeneration,
Confluence of Yin and Yang; The thought gives birth to the vibration,
Gestates the difference between fetus and scholar...and natural rhythm;
The causes of youth and the effects of age.
Man is the Light
Woman is the Hall of records
To be savored in the darkness by her counterpart,
Together they give meaning to the thought.
Eternal is the Thought.
Sekhmet's jewel tears. Photo by Denise Marcel.Walking above the treeline of substantiation,