I’m still a Kid, He says to Me

Meaning He’s Adult

And I am the Child

Do Parents Who Don’t Parent

Miss Their Children

Projecting Their Parenting

Onto Unsuspecting

Folks Who Don’t Need it

Like I Really Don’t Know Well

The Cacophony of the

Myriad Children

Voices of Me at Ages

And Stages That Stunted

In Their Growth

By No Fault of Their Own

It’s Just Happened

No Shame, No Blame, No

Hurting, But Listening

Do I Attract These Folks to Me?

The Teacher Will Come

When The Student is Ready

Come All Thee Unparented

And Reparent

The Parts That Need Growing

Sigh* With My Hands In My Lap

And Looking Upwards

I Asked Signs From Angels

On the Highway Today

Suddenly There Were

Four Cars In a Row Across

Each Had the Angel Number

Ninety -Three Written

In Their License Plates

It Now Dawns on Me That

My Grandmothers

On my Maternal Side

Those Were Significant

Numbers to Me Then

So How To Interprete It?

Ninety-three Divinity

Angels Intervene

You Are Guided by Them Now

And Always, Really, I Think

Let Me Tell You This

There Is No Coincidence

We Were Meant and Guided

Each Step of the Way

Painful Truths I Don’t Know Though

Are We Gently And Sometimes

Brutally Forced

To Bear Witness to Cruelty?

“I Should Hope Not!” My Inner

Child Whispers

Scared of the Cruelty of Death

Pain of Dying and Seeing

What We Don’t Want To

What We Want to Sweep

Under the Rug and Weep

Unjust I Can Be

I am Not Immune to It

I Have Been Unjust, Cruel and Curt

Who Do I Punish

But Myself so Very Often

I Want to Say a Few Words

To the Parts of Self

That Don’t Understand Language

Those Parts Only Understand

The Language of Touch

Do I Use Another

To Translate My Meaning?

To Tell Myself That

That I Love and Adore Myself?

Do I Give Myself a Gift?

The Gift of Someone

Else’s Touch to My Body

Or Do I Learn to Pleasure

My Senses With

Non-Sensical Rhymes That Come

To An Illuminated

Computer Screen

Willing to Tell All Secrets

Some Should Be Left Behind

But the Ones About

Heartbreak and Self-Loving

Are Always a Joy To Tell

Truth, Pain, Redemption

Rinse and Repeat Over Again

Common Denominator

Is Always Who Else?

Originality Is

Something that Skipped Me, I Think

Genuinely

Gingerly, I Learn to

Equate Suffering with Joy

Exploring Both

Is Like an Expedition

To the Moon, In Loving

Or the Belief that

We are Loving Someone Else

When Really We are Loving

An Expression

Of Own Self and Personal

Growth, Seen through the Eyes

Of Another One Wise

To the Growth Cycle of Life

I Have Obsessed Over

Somebody, not Me

Low Self-Worth, Self-Loathing

The Culprit, My Own Mind

Letting That Go, I

Just Needed to Be Heard

By Someone Who Loved Me Too

Sometimes Hard to Find

Because Self-Deprecation

Can Be Rampant Among Smart

Intelligent Folk

Emotional IQ

Hard to Come By When Looking

For a Partner to

Grow Old Together With Joy

I Want What I Want Says My

Small Child Within

Her Heart Has Been Broken

And She Wants to Be Rescued

By Mom and Daddy

Not Told She Is a Child

She Knows That Already

A Child is Aware

That They Are Smaller Than You

I Stand on the Shoulders

Of My Ancestors

Spirits Who Guide Me Daily

I Ask for Guidance Because

Noone Else Can Help

This is a Spiritual

Escapade Living Life

Through a Body

Only Someone Without

Could Possibly Know Any

Differently

Life Energy Must Look

And Feel and React Complex

To the Living

But Clearly to the Non

Nothing to Get in the Way

Interpretation

Clear and Unfettered

By Wants, Desires and Hopes

Dashed by Dreams Lost

Reconnected to Light

Once the Body is Lost

I Don’t Know For Sure

All I Can Do Is Listen

To What Comes Out of This

Mind My Manners-

Hands of Life and Death Do Come

At a Price of Knowing

Too Well Life is What-

ever it Chooses to Be

My Hands Are Simple Hands

My Mind is Complex

My Eyes Can Close to Process

Rumi says, “What You Seek

Is Seeking You”. True?

Find Each Other In This Lifetime?

Accomplishment

Comes in Time With Rhyme?

There’s a Flow to Living Well

I Believe in the Flow of Life

Alignment With It

Listen to Anyone Who Will

Join in That Flow Without

Impeding Your Own

Light Intrinsic to Growth

Darkness Intrinsic to Rest

Both Imperative

Both Equally Valued

Rest Well Knowing You Have Both

In Your Dark and Light

A Seed Will Grow Within You

Embrace the Past Knowing

It’s Still There

Inside the Akashic Records

When asked, a Physicist,

Told Me Everything

Is Never Lost, So Then

Everything is Recorded

Like the Truman Show

Mildly Overwhelmed

Now Mulling Over

Possibilities

Alternate Reality

My Addictions Come Into Play

Am I Just Human

Playing Out My Humaness?

AI Is Coming Quickly

I Wonder Where I

Will Land In This AI

Dimensions Are Unknown

Reflections of Self

Who Will We Be in AI

Virtual Reality

Is Very Real to

Everyone But Me Be-

Cause in this Very Real World

Who Knows What’s Real

Shared Reality Fleeting-

Happiness is Getting in

Touch with my Inner

Selves, Little Elves!

Shared Reality Within Self

That Is the Golden

Ticket to Inner Joy And

Peaceful, Restful State

I’m Looking for Her

Seeking Comfort in Myself

Emptiness Flowed Out Me

Into the Abyss

Of What Does Not Yet Exist

Doubling The Light Within

Creating New Light

Gathering Position

Fear Evaporates

Like Mist In Sunrise

Signs Abound All Around

In Holographic Pencil

The Universe Speaks

In Rhythm and Rhyme, In Time

Part of A Universe

Forgetting Nothing

I, A Part Of Everything

In A Way, Greeting Those In

Heavenly Oneness-

Me as You, and You as Me

Multiple Mirrored

Versions of Oneness

We, the Unification

Of Self, Within Self, Within Self

With Self within Love

Love Meaning Acceptance

Be Acceptance

And Action

Happening Before

Experiential A-ha's!

Bio-Chem-Psycho-

Nuanced Understanding

“Getting the ‘Bigger Picture’”

Beautifully

Recognition Momentum

The Existence of Beauty

Exteriorly

Outwardly Presenting Self

Exploring Vitally

Endless Beauty

Apropros Self-Loving

As a Verb of Feeling Fab and

Assemblage

Of All the Gorgeousness

You: Person of Many Dreams

How Far You Have Come

From the Start of Your Lifetime

It’s Easy to Blame Yourself

When Everything’s Wrong

But When Right, Who to Prase Then?

Giving Credit to Myself

Shining, Sparkle

Are You Afraid to Shine Bright?

Shining Brightly Blinds?

Lighting Your Way

Or Illuminating?

For Me, It Blinds Me Because

People Fall Prey to

Young, Ruthless Predators

Disguised As Sheep

I Have Some Fear Here

The Path Fraught With Worry

How to Reframe My Thoughts?

Put Them On Paper

Reframe, Retrain, Reclaim-New

Ways of Imagining

The Future of Me!

Coming Soon Into The Now!

Unexpected

New Encounters

Of Things That Were Written Off

People Come and They Can Go

All That Remains

Gratitude for Memories

Gratitude for a Good Life

Graceful Times Had

Flowing in the Flow of Life

Extending Myself

Reaching Branches

Higher Than I Thought I Could Reach

Question: Why Not Me Instead?

Why Not Me for This?

I Can Achieve All That I Want?

Meaning I’m Landing

Upright, Where I Want

To Become the Becoming

I Am Not a Holy One

No Pedestals

I am Grounded Here

Another Day Has Come Again

These Pass So Quickly

I’m Alone Once More, Just Me

Part Deux Dreams Forgotten

Remembered Now

This Evening Caught Me

By Surprise, I Suspected

Something Was Coming

To A Head Down the Pipeline

I Never Knew Goodbyes

Could Be So Nicely Arranged

So Well Written Without Me

I Did What I Did Knowing

Full Well What I Was

Doing To Myself Each Time

I Suppose the Lesson Here Is:

Take What You Can While

You Can Still Get It On

I’m Going to “Flesh it Out Now”

The Way I Want To

In The Best Way I Know How

By Writing A Steamy

Romance Novel

Or Something of That Sort

By Now I’m onto Something New

Something New He Says

No, Not You, You are Splendid

I Tell Him Everyday And

He Still Fails To

Believe in Himself Fully

I Think I’ve Found Myself

Once Again I Have

As It Was There at the Start

I am Overcome with Feeling

That’s Me As a Boy

I Listen to Everything

He’s Hidden Within

The Structure of Man

Man, Child, Boy Become One

He’s Weaving Fractions

Of Light From Each One

That Left Their Mark on Him

He’s Putting It Together

Deep Diving Daily

So Invigorating!

I Cannot Wait for It All

To Finally Click

I May Not Be Around

So Very Momentous

That Moment Will Be

Usually Alone They Are

Full Circle Moments

Spiraling Up

Happening in the Flash Of

A Light New Neural Pathway

Voila! There It Is!

What Else Should I Say to Him

That Day I Learnt Who I Was

By My Own Eyes

My GOD, It Was “The” Day

Day After I Recognized

Myself Plainly

It Was a Beautiful Day