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The best education I have ever seen is by the Soul.

For it does not urge me to compete, or drives me by motivations of adulation. Nor does it measure my brains or lack of according to a symbol.  It never encourages me to try and fit a category nor to categorize my neighbor.

 

Soul teaches me to honor—all life as part of the truest essence.

For Soul it is inevitable that I learn to Love unconditionally.

To respect, and honor truth, not just my own but that of all that is.

The leafs, birds, water and rainbows, are small breaks I take—from

 my lessons for they come whisper to me that I’m missed back home…

 

Oh, home. My indescribable Isle of Peace and Serenity

How I miss your gentle fragrance, the way you embrace me without possessing me.

Home always compliments my essence and brings joy to my every breath.

When at home I never seem to lack a thing.

There are no jewels, money nor relationships that define who I am.

Even when standing naked at home, I no longer notice it. My state of being is that of complete purity and harmony. For at home there is such acceptance.

 

Never have I felt so loved and connected.

 

Maybe that is why, it is so hard to be away in school these days.

The fragrance of my home invades my brain some days and the heart quickly accelerates to compensate for the sacredness of that memory.

I miss the perpetual embraces that my Love parents give me.

They stare at me sweetly, and I still remember that I’m not good at keeping it in…

 

I cry for centuries when I think of the love of home...

 

I weep incessantly like an infant when I see how cold it is here—the land of lessons.

I miss the wildness of the heart, the trance-inducing voices that sing, the wings that give me back my right of no limitations, the endless hours of knowledge and application. Oh, how I miss the connections…

 

The way people look you in the eye and soon they step into your heart.

You embrace there until moonlight shines and then you separate only to run wildly in nature, like mad children who have just spotted a door to a land of candy…

 

All there is shines from within....

There is an invigorating glow that overshadows any potential source of separation.

 

My skin is part of you--you are part of my skin.

 

The smell of my being is your favorite perfume.

 

Although I am not quite ready to be back home

I ‘d love it if home came to visit me, once in a while, it be sweet.

To feel that heart wrenching connection that I feel now when in separation from my Love source

 

Truth I miss you… You are my favorite lesson to conquer.

 

Connections, love, faith, kindness, unconditional esteem, family, peace and unity…

 

How I miss you,

 

Home Sweet Home.

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Misinformation

Misinformation

 

Misinformation leads to separation.

Tightens the veil over creation,

Manipulates, distorts—

Generates hate and hopelessness.

 

Oh what a black T-shirt Scheme,

To breed fear so that they can feed

 From your breath and energy!?

Don’t you see?

 

Now shut down that mind,

I am speaking to the Real You within!

You remember me,

 Heart?

 

Heart tell the mind that here is your soul speaking.

The manager of your existence

You tell the mind, Heart that you are the main leader.

That we either cooperate or the cells they all disintegrate

 

We do not need more knowledge we need the application of

The already known information—

Centuries worth of preparation to come crash and shock, hack

This station.

 

Did I mention?

That what I am trying to exorcise is the misinformation

That egg filled bacteria that instead of Love breeds dis-ease

And a complete breakdown of body, mind, heart and peace

 

For more dangerous than being in ignorance is to be fed lies.

To have you swallow the poison of fake drama

That keeps your mummified, tied,

 and senseless.

Blinding you away from claming your heritage

 

Let me enlighten you, please.

 

Even though I am not rhyming much

Your heart is feeling the beat, I repeat!

Even though this may not be, a message easy for your brain to receive

Let the heart break down, if brain resists.

We need you to SEE.

 

Misinformation is the main station.

What can we hope for in the next generations

You are not only one, your power is exponential

Claim it back!

 Integrate it-- let the heart show you the circuit.

Do not be misinformed and fed THEIR reality as YOURS

 

TURN ON the switch, the light

And co-create, manifest, seek the truth.

Breed instead cohesion, unity and Love.

 

Let’s Join hands and build an Atomic Bomb!

Let’s blow with Love and not Hate!

Let’s shake things that separate.

Let’s blow the veil so we can create

A place of empowerment and peace

Where the heart leads and breeds

More love and peace

More love and peace—I Repeat,

Lets unite and blow this Misinformation Scheme,

Lets unite and bring:

An Atomic Bomb of Peace,

Love, I repeat.

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I WANT TO BE FREE, LIKE THE WIND, DO YOU?

Like the Wind

 

Like the wind, I wish to be—

Un-limited intentions and unconfined expressions.

Unpredictable, will be my comings and goings…

Invisible to the eye yet, such power exudes my presence.

 

I wish to flow, spiral and re-create through movements.

To embrace the flow of life, the cycles, the empty spaces,

Without fear, joyously, moving from there to here.

 

Fascinated in my childlike essence, I blow about the leafs in the playground of nature…

Blowing away the pure, white snow,

Causing flakes to make play with the trees,

As their kisses, wet and set, on the branches’ cheeks.

 

Amidst the solid cold, an agent of change is my nature to be.

You cannot see me coming

But my arrival you always notice.

Invisible, formless,

Creative, and free…

Life giving, like the Wind

I wish to be.

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Claim My Heartage

By Yuriana Uceta

 

Father, how can I call my assigned tribe here on earth, family?

If I smile they cannot relate.

nor do they call you Father.

Now that my soul remembers your Home, I yearn to be back,

by your side…

 

Skip the hands of time,

Be back in your arms again.

 

Oh! how painful is sinking in a sea of blood,

Tears keep flowing like the ocean—

Straight, deep from my bottomless heart.

 

Those drowning in misery, send waves of hostility

 that ram against the egg shell of my heart,

And I hold on to you with all my might, knowing you can save me,

You have never left me.

 

I know come what may I shall withstand,

Father for you I would die again,

 In this lifetime;

For the promise of your unconditional, purifying, amazing—

Love.

 

Love that flows freely from the pure heavenly streams of your vein,

Royal lienage, cut me open, flood my wounds and wash me clean anew,

Maintain the temple where day and night my fire for you burns—Devotion.

 

For them Father I pray.

Lord let them In—

Into the presence of your throne.

 

Unveil them to knowledge.

True awareness of family, faith and Love.

 

For as “Above is below’  in your Eternal throne of Love.

No more pain,

Only your bread can sustain.

And even though I feel cracked to-day,

In Heaven I shall remain

For the King is my Father and my Heartage I reclaim

 

Thank you, Father
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I LOVE TO FLT, DO YOU? So why can't we?

Why I, Cannot Fly?

 

Why have I, who was made to fly, given away control of my wings,

To those who restrict and have never seen

 the sky…

 

Oh why, have I, traded wings of liberty for costly chains which

Hinder me—that deceive, take away and wither my Light.

 

In the private idleness and darkness of my night—

I find myself wondering why,

Despite all the “goods” I have labored for, I am just a peasant

Without my simple wings

 

I have mindlessly exchanged what was sacred and unique about me,

For a common bag of tricks—that though packed as it is,

It only fills me up with emptiness at the end, and then…

 

I wonder why even when

Reaching for a goal

That is most likely not even my own,

It is never quiet enough…

 

Yet again, I choose to join the race,

In pursue of my golden star sticker,

Which surely promises to bring me fulfillment this time

For my job well done

 

Meanwhile, I am only trading freedom, happiness, Love and peace,

For a good credit, money and…you fill in the blank with ease.

 

I wonder why I, who only ever wanted to fly to the horizon and beyond.

And I, whose only plight was to touch the sky again…

 

Plays the same game of pretend—to be working for anything else than to claim back my power to fly.

 

For we all understand that without wings,

A bird would surely die.

 

So why I, who was made to fly just the same,

Should compromise life for golden chains.

Even though they shine and glitter,

The question still remains…

 

Why I, cannot fly?

 

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Puzzled “I AM”

By Yuriana Uceta

 

Origins rooted in a dimension of no limitations,

Presently manifested as a solid form of pieces wildly scattered,

I yearn to re-discover my “Self”—to be Whole again.

 

As promised; if you seek you shall find.

I found a box titled with my name,

therein lay fragments of this temporal Me and Suddenly,

A wise voice, that I had not heard before yet its familiarity I trace before my birth,

 starts instructing me as to my purpose…

 

Can we atleast turn on the light to work on this puzzle? Says “I” since it seems nearly impossible in the dark.

 

No Reply…    Pure Silence.

 

Out of the blue, the pieces start lighting up;

 Magically, as if infused with energy, they merge into a familiar pattern.

 

Progressively, I become aware that the box no longer limits my quest.

 I find myself in a dimension where darkness is swallowed by Light;

Everything starts flowing together and fiting perfectly!

 

I am wild and excited like a CHILD!

 

as i AWAIT FOR MORE GUIDANCE FROM THE VOICE—

Suddenly the most complex piEce YET! falls into place!

and I am puzzled to consciously understand that

 

 i am the voice—the SAGE.

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My latest poem... please share your thoughts. :)

Zombie Land

 

          So I am awake, while existing here in Zombie Land.

Yet it is so painful to be awake

 Here in Zombie Land.

 

I am understanding why Nature does not use words to speak—words

Which are the masks we hide behind, in Zombie Land.

That is why we cannot stand Silence…it forces us to wonder,

What else is there beyond Zombie Land.

 

Nature, just…has a way, to still remain

 alive in this Land,

where those that are deaden,

Cannot see Life and Beauty,

 even though it parades before their eyes.

 

                                  As far as I, I feel closer to the trees,

The water, the birds, than to those who

Inhabit a similar shell to mine.

 

For what good is a body without an essence

 

I would not mind trading places with you—Nature.

At least in this form of being, I’d be rooted with all forms of life.

We’d be one in all and all in one,

in the cycle of nature, in the nature of Life

 

The birds would sing in my ear,

The raindrops would kiss my skin

 and the wind caress my frame

 

But here, in Zombie Land the only sensations are those obsessions

Which serve to drain our essence—the endless worries which leave us empty.

 

                                            Joy, truth and Love

Among other seeds…

 

Are starving for Light and the freedom to grow

 

        Here, I am made ashamed to feel, to want to merge with the one breath of Nature—because here, they say my “problem” is,

 “that I am just too sensitive”

 

Zombie Land has no cycles of life but rather deadly daily routines

Which wither away the soul.

 

So despite staring Life right in the face,

I am forced to wear a mask—knowing what I know,

I am still paralyzed by a fear to move,

I fear the Zombies around me will not accept me.

So I wear my mask.

 

But each day I wear it, it deadens me less and less,

For I know that paradise has to be lived from within…

While here in this land of Masks

 

The Zombies strike meaningless conversation with me

And all I keep thinking behind my mask is how much long…e..rrr...

Till I can go speak with the Trees,

 

Even though they do not move

 Their mouth to speak,

Like the Zombies,

Our conversations are always so…

 meaningful and loving.

 

They always laugh at my mask.

 

Yet they Love my essence

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