About the Poetry
All of the poems in this blog are spirit-inspired. Every word came to me each day for a full year while in deep meditation. I simply wrote what I heard onto a pad of paper in my lap with eyes closed – meaningful, multi-stanza verses in mere minutes. I was unaware of each poem’s theme until I transcribed it later word for word. Each day brought new and wondrous discoveries about the world beyond our five physical senses, incredible wisdom, and messages of hope which I share with you in this blog. The last poems received are displayed below on this page, but the entire collection of 365+ poems are archived here in the left-hand column. You can search by topic or keyword using the search box in the upper left corner. May you find among them just the right message which speaks to your heart.
Poem #216 - Be Yourself
Trickery …
Deceit …
Mischievous lies …
What comes to those
Who put on a disguise
And hide behind a mask of falsehoods?
They cheat no one but themselves.
Denied of pride
Solitude’s a paltry partner.
Yet alone you walk
When in the shadow of deception
Do you stalk.
Emerge from the darkness
And truly see
How sweet is the light.
Such delight!
When all is bright and true:
The real you …
Exposed …
Standing naked,
Fresh and clean
Nothing between you and glory.
Hide not your story.
No need to embellish.
Your truth please relish:
You’re a star
Just as you are
A beautiful treasure
Loved beyond measure
Come out, come out
Wherever you are…
This poem is very theatrical and a little bit strange!
ReplyDeleteThe title speaks for itself. Be who you are and life will flow at a better pace with better results....
A unique poem this morning that begins with dark images and moves toward the light in quite a lovely manner. The message is clear, "You're a star just as you are." We all have merit and beauty no matter what our history or story, and we are "loved beyond measure."
ReplyDeleteMay we progress out of the darkness into the light today as we walk our paths in love...
This sounds like "A" today, and I love him.
Yes, Jennifer - it is theatrical, and yes, Lois Anne, it definitely felt like the poet who calls himself Arthur - very theatrical, indeed. ... and he took a bow at the end.
ReplyDeleteYes! I too was thinking about the man that takes a bow but did not remember his name.
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