Nat's Poetry

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.

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

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)

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.

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)

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!

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.