The shattered remains {warning::::::}

[Guest guest]

when all the world stops

its spinning tales of suffering.

The day dawns

when we cower beneath

the fists of an aggressor,

and human instincts

begin to kick in

and we survive.

Its do or die, as we listen to the lies

filling our ears.

Punishment fit for a king,

we kneel on bended knees

and beg to be loved.

Someone to hear our

cries in the dark,

as we cower away

in the darkness, uncoiling

fear of the unseen.

Cries of pain

are swallowed, as our cries

satisify the pretender,

and the rape of our soul

becomes more evident

than the tattered

remains of a body defiled,

and it is do or die.

So we hide,

in a warm, safe place

within our minds

where angels sing

and fairies dance

and birds of beauty take flight,

ignoring the visions of fright,

that haunt us at night.

We become

something other than ourselves, as the lies of hatred

are pounded home

in every punishing thrust.

The blood is to remind us

that we disobeyed,

and so we believe the lies

and remain trapped

in a world of illusion.

An illusion

that has long reaching

veins into every aspect of our being.

The thread of tapestry

of a shattered blanket

of innocence.

Scattered to the winds,

as memories become non existent

and we are happy

to forget that we were stolen

from our home, the heart.

Lynette

Lovers embrace within the fold of glorious union,

dissolve into my eyes of nothing beyond

I am.

[Guest guest]

Lynette dear,

 

I'm so glad to see this wonderful work and your courage in writing and

posting it.

> The day arises

> when all the world stops

> its spinning tales of suffering.

> The day dawns

> when we cower beneath

> the fists of an aggressor,

> and human instincts

> begin to kick in

> and we survive.

 

You have survived, and now you are reclaiming your power and your home, the

heart.

 

Love,

Dharma

[Guest guest]

I'm so glad to see this wonderful work and your courage in writing and

posting it.

Thank you, Dharma, for your encouragement. It was hard to write it and

post it, but it was something I needed to do. Thank you again

{{{{{hugs}}}}}

and Love

Lynette

Lovers embrace within the fold of glorious union,

dissolve into my eyes of nothing beyond

I am.

[Guest guest]

Dear Lynette,

(Sorry I have your font! I don't mean to.

I didn't realize it was hard for you to post the words of your

heart. I understand, now, the "raw exposure" and wanted to thank

you (like Dharma) for your courage and willingness to heal in such

openness. It kind of gives me "permission" to do the same, in my own

way. Thanks.

Love,

Kheyala

I'm so glad to see this wonderful work and your courage in writing and

posting it. Thank you, Dharma, for your encouragement. It was hard to

write it and post it, but it was something I needed to do. Thank you

again {{{{{hugs}}}}} and Love Lynette Lovers embrace within the

fold of glorious union, dissolve into my eyes of nothing beyond

I am.

/join

All paths go

somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights, perceptions,

and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back

into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of

Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It

is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

Self-Knowledge, spontaneously arising from within into It Self.

Welcome all to a.Your use of is subject

to the

[Guest guest]

Dear Lynette,

(Sorry I have your font! I don't mean to.

I didn't realize it was hard for you to post the words of your

heart.

I understand, now, the "raw exposure" and wanted to thank you (like

Dharma) for your courage and willingness to heal in such openness.

It kind of gives me "permission" to do the same, in my own way.

Thanks.

Love,

Kheyala

Thank you Kheyala, and please do share, in your own way.

Lynette

Lovers embrace within the fold of glorious union,

dissolve into my eyes of nothing beyond

I am.

[Guest guest]

Hi Kheyala,

> Dear Lynette,

>snip<

>I didn't realize it was hard for you to post the words of your heart. I

>understand, now, the "raw exposure" and wanted to thank you (like Dharma)

> for your courage and willingness to heal in such openness. It kind of

>gives me "permission" to do the same, in my own way.

 

No better place, honey. You have so many warm and loving friends here.

 

Love,

Dharma