TRUE

True
by Rebecca Susan Lemke

A heart aflame
rotates
around its sparks
ignites and demands
the right to expand in
every direction.

Guided by dreams cut free,
power
peace
a key of laughter.

A world of
worth exists to be awakened,
a curve that stretches
on and on
is lucid and flexible
in true radiance
sun and moon in cycles
natural beauty
true nature
heart
a beat and it's loud
connects to all.

Motion in Body Heat

I want somebody

to find inspiration

in the

curves and

bonelines of my body

I want to

be absorbed acknowledged as

ripe and evenly shaped

I want to be picked out.

It is the day light that

purifies

my skin white yellow pink

I motion in body heat

I heat up

I stir warmth and hold it

compacted

Connection

Am I any better for softness
judging that this is empathy,
to offer up the perception that
I'm completely soft?
It may be safer for me to collide,
to melt my walls of space.

Let me burn indifferently.
My solid faith,
it's engulfing me,
new and yet always going to be the same.

I feel I am partly becoming an
end embracing the end of anything
bending roots, snapping them,
chased constantly through my beginnings.

Open Space

Open Space
Being self-repairing.
Fragile.
Mended.
Then being caught up.
Blaze-inspired, it
isn't mocking my life.
Rather, it's atonement for
carrying around open empty
spaces, spaces that reveal.

Some days
prod on forever aware,
but need nurturing.

pressure catalysts

This year has been such a revival in consciousness from me, not even three years ago I was really lost and despairing after some terrible health issues, seeding through bad relationships, a couple traumatic instances, all the total and utter depletion of my ego to say the least. All of it washed away every thing I knew about people and myself and from there I had to build myself up by keeping what was important to me very, very close to my heart and remembering that I was worth what I needed to heal my heart.

I feel that yes, somethings in this world are impersonalized in this civilized social way, but this wouldn't be something for anyone that wanted to skim my surface impersonally. I've read blogs that were spot on with what I felt but never rearranged into words that made me sit at the edge of my seat and be glad people can know their selfs too, and talk about what they are feeling with the rest of world hoping to catch the attention of people that would care.

I feel that the things that people collect about their selfs, the comments they pile up in their heads, the good or bad way they feel when they see their reflections really have this impact of stealing the spotlight of life's energy altogether. All that can pretend to be part of a person intimately. What I discovered, when not resisting that I have a natural disposition aside from what I deducted by what people say or how they treat me, is that everyone deserves the best and when they know that they treat everyone better.

Pain is something that I wouldn't dwell on needlessly when there is a chance to be happy, it should be expressed and channeled through something like art or intimacy with people. In the case that there is a ton of pain to the point of a traumatic leashing out, and this was what I felt like mainly writing about since it's been in my thoughts, pain piles up. It piles up and it piles up and it piles up more after that and all those things people ever said or those negative patterns learned through life that are self destructed have the potential to be catalyzed with that pressure if they are owned and maturity is reached. Yes, I think pain can heal old wounds when it's acknowledged, accepted and brought into a full understanding of knowing that you are worth everything you need. After that acceptance it's just like slowly edging yourself through a dark tunnel feeling everything that was pushed down until it's less. That is the mystery of how suffering can bring forth a clarity of mind and heart and a healthy body. The body pays attention to what each person brings to it and feels towards it.

Pain can be the catalyst that brings a person to snatch up what they desire after being humbled or yielded for a long time . After knowing what it felt like to not even be remotely close to having peace, the act of desiring in itself is encoded into every cell of the body like it's etched itself so deep in memory, and it's not like the act of getting what I ever need and deserve after knowing how the conscoiusness bends with what a person can physically take could be ignored for anything. I'll always remember what my threshold bore.