Poetry is a beautiful form of writing where your thoughts can be let loose to flow freely. Many writers, songwriters / musicians, intuitives, healers, spiritual people and artists naturally tap into Divine inspiration. This is can be a form of channeling.
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Awakening to the Matrix of Hidden Knowing

 A Poem About Spiritual Awakening
July 2013

My thoughts Uprising
Push against the willows
Of my mind.
 
Surfacing  again
Seemingly in unison
Metamorphosing into Reality.
 
Making themselves known
Amidst the darkness of night
Revealing hidden stories
Of an eternal  inner plight.
 
For who would really know
The treasures beyond the grave
More than the hidden voice
Springing forth from their plague.

Cushioned in their depths 
They know no escape
Yet coiling into position
They form a serpent snake. 

A burden on the human
Each thought a complex mesh
Sewn in a matrix
That gnaws at bones and flesh.

Time to dig the trenches
Of the encumbered human  mind
To find a golden pathway  
Entrenched with in its shrine.

Explore the hidden depths
In merciless terrain
To discover truth and light
Past the torrids and the rain.

Wash away those torrential tears
Hardened into stone
Crack away the surface
To reveal the sacred tone.

That vibrates a mystical beat
Alongside the trouncing heart
Dig up past the twining veins
 And obstacles of one’s hearth.

 To find the voice with in
 Past the idleness of time
 Conglomerations of 3D  days
 That play out an endless mime.

 And hold on to that song of life
 Like a golden flute of lore
 Trumpeting its winnings and misfortunes
 And hidden truths galore.

 So find that voice with in you
 And handle it with care
 Let it out in ritual
 And wholeheartedly declare.

 That from this moment forth
 Your tongue shall speak with glory
 Without its shackles or its veils
  To tell its bona fide story.

 Now that it’s unleashed a precious code
 Of such reconcile knowing
 Let it be your navigational guide
 A torch that keeps you going.

 Lit by the flame of your inner fire
 That burns from deep inside
 Past the mists of space and time
 An awakening  you no longer can hide.

 And as you state this fair conviction
 With confident acquiesce
You’ll find new paths emerging
 That give you wisdom at its best.

 For a cornucopia of heaven
 Is waiting at your door
 If only you turn the handle
And be ready to explore.  

Written by Natalia Kuna
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AWAKENED MIND


 Intelligence inaugurates
 The early hour
 Blossomed mind,
 Perception flowered
 
 Dawn breaks free
 The birds sing wild
 Inner spiritual tree
 Inspires nature’s child
 
 All urban woe is lost 
 As skin wakens afresh
 No burning, no frost
 But simple perfection unmeshed 
 
 Take me world unbated
 I am at one with your realm
 Inspired anticipation
 As I glide towards your helm.
 
 My body beckons forth
 Stretching across your domain
 Corporal-omorph
 Renewed inner rain.
 
 Stretched limbs distend
 The expanse of mind
 Regenerated soul
 The spirit’s find.
 
Windows are opened,
 To reveal Nature’s air
 The breath of life awakens
 My core solitaire.

ALL THAT I AM

03. 01. 2008

I am not who I was,
But neither am I blank of my past.
Traces of the way,
Things used to  be,
Haunt and shiver and hide and  taunt.

I am what I am,
and I am where I am right now.
Yet I am more than a mere reflection m
of all that I am -
All that I’ve been.

A trail of lost traces covet my skin,
Yet the veil keeps getting faint and thin.

I Have Watched You As You  Sleep

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This poem is dedicated to my daughter.
Written  very late at night, 15th August,  2005

I have stood there, and watched you as you sleep,
Marvelled at the Perfection
Of your face.
The grace of your solumn lips 
Perced against your soft translucent skin.

I have laid there and watched as soft shadows 
Cast over your gentle features,
Your eyelids softly concaved 
Over your large black eyes,

Your blessed nose poised in meditation 
As you draw baby breath, 
Slight and golden.
 
I have sat there and stared 
At the wonder of you.
Where have you come from,

My celestial child,
Who feeds so needily from my gaping bosom,
And what have I done to deserve 
Such a beautiful blessing 
As the gift of life you have bestowed upon me.

(English Version)

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La Luna
The silent moon,
Echoes upon
The stars that
Transform
The earth, like
An old secret
Without a mind;
Only eyes, and
A soul.

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The path of the sea,
 Long and transparent,
 Makes me feel free
 While I wonder
 Where I have been, and,
 Where I am going.

(Italian Version)

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La Via Viale
 
 La luna siente,
 Fare eco a
 Le stelle che
 Trasformano
                                                           La terra come
                                                           Un secreto vecchio                
                                                            Senza un amico
                                                            Solo gli occhi ed
                                                            Un anima!

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Il viale del mare
Lunga e trasparente
Mi fa sentire libera
Mentre mi meraviglia
 Dove ero andato, e
 Dove andro!

METAPHYSICAL METAMORPHOSIS


Like a lily contained,
Yet a tiger all enflamed,
The duality of me,
Perplexes me infinitely.
 
I daily here remain,
And insular, I wax and wain,
Like tides with ebb and flow,
It’s uncertainties doth I know.
 
Feel centred by the moon,
That beats my inner tune. 
Yet lost am I in lore,
When the answer's in it's core.

Glorious and divine,
I dream of the sublime.
But the antithesis if that,
Is the reality of Nat.

I know I’ve got a force
That’s connected to the Source.
Though Goddess I surely AM,
Too much in my fragile mind, I cram. 

So stuck on earth I feel
Embedded to this wheel.
My compass stuck on west,
Something  that I detest.

Would like to find my North
And walk along that wharf. 
Wave my magic wand,
And look out to far beyond. 

Preparing to claim my power,
And open up my flower,
Like a bear hiding in it’s cave,
It’s love and security I crave. 

Yet my buds remain all closed,
And body wound up and clothed,
 I’m half of me, all trapped,
The life force in me all zapped.

Trying to find my wings,
As eagerly my heart still sings,
Underneath all the pain,
The sunshine sheaths the rain. 

Songs of yesteryear,
Break down all my fear,
Melodies of today ,
Guide me along my way. 

Beguiled in my cocoon,
Seeking answers in a rune,
 In my womanly web I’m engulfed,
 And in my imagination, I paint and sculpt.

 Surely there’s a better life for me,
 As this can’t be my destiny.
There’s much more to explore,
 As I open up a new door .

Spellbound by the eclipse,
With wanting, quivering lips,
My needs have not been met,
Atleast, not quite yet.

Im matrixed in my labrynth
As an exotic bottle of absenthe,
Strangeheld and wound,
In a poisonous substance all bound.

Needing a release,
For the torture to finally cease,
A candle is what I AM,
At once white, yet all enflamed.

Copyright, © 2011 Natalia Kuna, www.nataliakuna.com