POETRY // the silk has been wrapped,
around tiny segments of the caterpillar,
the butterfly may break the sky,
someone just whispered in my cold ears
and voice traveled down my soul,
lying miserably in my shoes,
telling him to soar high,
but his wings are white,
they only fly when dead.
the silk has been wrapped,
around my tiny fingers with segments,
I am learning to count numbers,
one two and three,
this is a little mulberry tree,
four five six,
a butterfly just got fixed,
seven eight nine,
her wings are scarred but she will be fine,
(the line went too ahead to rhyme)
the bell rang,
with wings spread on the leaves,
like a shroud,
(he only flies when dead)
the silk has been wrapped,
museum in my eyes awaits another specimen,
my fingers far away are bleeding formalin,
but I dare not touch the cocoon,
for I am already burdened by premature death.
this time butterfly can fly
or can not,
but I dare not disobey what Maa taught.
she told me to not touch delicacy again,
for my fingers are needles,
they always puncture happiness,
and I must wait for the right time
before listening to my mind,
(and not write another silly rhyme)
Always being a fantasy to me,
Most probably since childhood days.
Thinking of happy ending,
When the evil makes confession before death.
Asking for sorry, apologising & groveling.
Pouring their heart out in front of the victim.
Always imagining the exact sorry from the devils of my life,
Or even from the lives of my loved ones.
Asking for apology from me or to the loved ones of mine.
While taking their last breath.
& even leaking out all the evil secrets,
Applied on us to tease & make things worse,
Spoiling the life totally or partially.
& even the worst sins made.
In order to clear up their conscience.
Or even at times,
Suddenly getting a secret treasure map,
Or a hidden treasure-box.
Or the key of a secret treasure cupboard.
Or even the locker filled of gold & precious jewelries.
As the reveled secret of some elderly of the family.
Making life adventurous to find it up,
& making new to-do list from the treasure,
After discovering them of.
It also can be of disclosing the secret of,
Not being the original biological parents of you.
& just adopted you because you family's situation was not good,
Or you were found in the garbage bin,
Lying at the end of the lane near home.
You were so innocent at that time & your beautiful eyes were filled with purity,
But how it suddenly turned into being a complete devil,
I just didn't understood.
Yet,you should be obliged for the life-time to me for this.
Or getting to know about any sudden anonymous child,
Living somewhere in this world only.
Waiting to be gifted with same title,
Or eagerly holding on from long to fill up the mother's section in forms.
Or even of any siblings,
Which died in early stage,
Much before of the birth of mine.
Pruning off the dusty layer of secret,
From the pile of truth of the activity performed earlier.
Like disclosing the secret of already done childhood engagement,
From any xyz person,
In order to keep up old friendship or relations.
& now it's the duty of yours to practice the act,
To continue it in a good manner.
Placing the bar-pressure on the new head,
6212 minutes ago
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When things start to come full circle...
I was sitting here and reflecting on the conversation we just had on attuning to mother earth and the moon and the tidbits of research I shared with you guys about the connections between lunar cycles and human behavior.
One study suggested a correlation between suicide rates and the full moon.
As I was reflecting, it dawned on me that this is WHY I feel so strongly called to share this information.
Part of my larger WHY is to help dramatically reduce self-harm and suicide.
If I can help people start to understand their ebbs and flows, they might not find them so daunting. They might realize that nothing is *wrong* with them and they just need to hold tight till this part of the cycle is over. If I can help people understand that feeling exhausted with the full moon is normal, they might not push themselves to the point of burn out or overbook themselves during that time.
Your Sacred Life is a divine gift from my higher self, guides, and angels to help me be of service and work toward this greater mission. It is a program that will guide you toward rewriting your story with a strong, spiritual foundation.
As I've mentioned before, spiritual beliefs and a spiritual practice can reduce the risk for suicide, depression and improve the overall quality of life (and this is another evidenced based fact).
I am also still accepting 1:1 clients to do this work with as well. Message me if you have any questions! Link to Your Sacred Life program is in my bio.
9116 minutes ago
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