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Poetry

Fiery Creation

There’s a moment in time when we meet a person (or people) who affect us in a deep way that is beyond thought. We feel a distant connection to them, as if it’s more than a physical attraction, but spiritual. It is as if we knew them before, as a spirit, in a world beyond Earth, a place beyond time. These people we meet are hard – impossible – to forget. They connect to us, as if they merged into us, an innate part of our being. They are no longer two individuals, but one – when two hearts connect.

December 9th, 2014
One

You and I are as one
Two souls connected from a distant time
With me, you are home
I am your comfort from the pain
Shelter from the rain
Life can be cruel
But we rule our world
We are our destiny
You are meant for me
I am part of you
You and I know this is true
Two souls connected as one
Never to come undone
Our fiery creation
Will live long after we are gone
It will live on with future generations
As the nations become one

These souls are safe. They have shelter in their energetic presence, a protection felt on all planes of existence. Life can feel so cruel, but all is tolerable in this unconditional, timeless love. A love that is destiny’s calling, meant for you and me, a part of an intricate whole that is mysterious, timeless and ancient beyond cognitive comprehension. Once two souls connect as one, nothing can separate them. Even if they do part, they will reconnect in some way, on some plane, in some life or existence. The presence of their other half is forever felt. A creation of light, fiery light of creation, happens when two souls connect in this way. That powerful love lives on long after the body dies, and is carried in the future generations. A powerful love instead of hidden but shared, could change the world. With a powerful love, the nations will become one.

 

 

 

Author: val.180
Email: v.turpin@hotmail.com
Link to social media or website: Instagram @val.180 

 

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by val.180

~When a quiet individual speaks, their voice is loud ~

The voice of the spirit is as loud as the whisper in the wind, breath upon the skin, and as delicate as a feather in the wind. The quiet voice speaks the truth within you. Let it speak through you, and let it be what it will be. There is no rhythm, rhyme, or reason. the voice of the spirit is felt rather than heard, and when it is heard it is through your own words or way of expression.
Speak those quiet words, in any form you wish; through art, verbally, in any way. Let it be and you will see what you are capable of.

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My articles contain information I have received on my spiritual path, which I call, my path of life, sprinkled in with creative expressions.

Random teed-bits of information about ME: I am from Southwestern Arizona; I was born in 1990 and I am the second to the youngest of 5 children; I have a Bachelor degree in Social Work and I am currently pursing a Master’s in Social Work.

My interests: Poetry; creating art in multiple forms; history of civilization, diversity of cultures, history of art in multiple forms through the ages, world religions, and world power; Psychology and Sociology; Mysticism; Law & Order; writing (academically and creatively).

Enjoy! and Happy reading. <3

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