Across dale
Over endless hills
Innate tracking instincts
Following
The vaguely present
Talisman
Of the beast
Wounded
and
On the run
A bent
and broken
Branch
Chosen pathways
A wash
With patchwork
Crimson
The trail
Neither immediately apparent
But not entirely
Illusive
The pursuit
Spans decades
Leads
To a profound discovery
Self-inflicted
Wounds
Hemorrhaging life-force energy
A purgatory
Engineered with
Commandeered creativity
Reveals
Fabrication
Of self-loathing
Generated
Illusory
Abysmal isolation
And smothering
Disconnection
In the dank
Confines
Of an inhuman
Solitary
Lies a feral
Boy
Hissing and spitting
Rage
Aimed
At a
Timeless exile
Platitudes
And sanctimonious posturing
Cannot hope
To bridge
The now conscious
Cavernous divide
A life
Destined for
Seeking to know
&
Express the
Love of God
Will find
No greater test
Nor depth
Of knowing
Than to
Present
The return to love
To a heart
That
Had be deceived
To believe
It lies there
Near mortally
Wounded
By Love itself
R. O'Neill (February 05, 2018)
The DNS (Dark Night of the Soul or rather said the dark night of the heart as the soul is never dark it is the heart that appears to darken whence we forget the Love we are) and emerging Into the Light to find Love always has been there and always will be there. To heal those wounds of our Inner Soul Child to come into Love itself again. Love itself never nearly mortally wounds, it is our perceptions, expectations, and thoughts about what we think Love is that wounds. Love simply is....Love. And once we know that, our Inner Soul Child, he....she....is healed once more into Love. Beautifully shared of your path and I honour you for such dearest Rob ~Lady Nenari, Princess of the Sea xxxx
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