Truth Is

The possibilities I envision–
untethered to a past–through a gleaming
gate streaming in starlit precision
now that I’m not diminutive, afraid

and powerless.  A paragon at last
I can leave the choosers to writhe inside
their choices–unjudging, I ascend fast
my own way awake. Place Gaia first, wide

serving humbly and astounded to clean
with that old healing formula pure love-
intention. We are reeling in mistaken
perception, our frequency hums above

misconceptions.  In crystalline truth, feel
the ethers, like a rippling sea, and we,
antennae of celebration, can heal
with respect.  Each measured step, oh, aim me

in my highest trajectory. We can
not flee our roots; we only touch the sky
on this spaceship our mother earth. Seek and
speak what’s true for you: it’s time now to fly.

Inspired by Celebration, Diminutive, Paragon and Afraid.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

2 thoughts on “Truth Is”

  1. This poem lifted my heart – the antennae of celebration, the touching of the sky, “it’s time now to fly”. Yes, time to rise.

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