Audio · Poem · Poetry

Curses

Words are thoughts with power.

Some are sabertoothed, ready to slash.

Knives, armed with disdain and fear,

Splitting the air.

Daggers, speeding through quantum time

And entanglement

To hit their mark.

Curses carried by sound,

Looking benign, hidden in lies and insults,

Swaddled as gossip.

Small talk can be deadly curses

Launched to mock, trick, mislead, judge, diminish,

Criticize, bully, scorn, betray, annihilate.

Without concern for karmic and

Akashic significance.

There are no secrets;

All is known to Source.

Cursed words are souls that

Will meet their day in court.

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay.com

 

Audio · Poem · Poetry

Silence

Silence is asking for prayer.
Stillness is vision of inner truth,
Rooted to the earth,
To Gaia, who knows all of parts of us
as we are of earth, the Mother.

Silence is taking us
To Grandmother Spider.
Weaving us to Source, Christ Light lattice.

We are one.
When you breathe in,
I breathe out.
When you laugh,
My eyes sing.
When you cry,
I catch your tears.
When you bleed,
I bleed, cut down by
Your fear.

This web is all of Time.
It can’t be severed.
It clasps us in ancient binds,
And all our words are
Caught like flies
Forever trapped and recorded there.
Be careful with the words.
They are either poems
Or daggers.
Truth
Or lies.
They are heard by all,
Even the deaf.

Silence is the journey
Taking us to Source,
Father of All, who
Created light and darkness, and
From whom we emerge
To learn to love and create more light
And to whom we return
In the hymns of the spheres.
This is the journey
Silence brings us.
Seek silence,
Seek All.

 

Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: http://www.cbc.ca/news/technology/living-holographic-universe-1.3959758