BEING ME

Unconscious is against the nature of me

Awake is in-line with life sublime

I Am links to my now

All that matters,

that with which my spirit resounds

In a Magical Universe

I am the Genie

In control of all I can -

Me in form

Mistress of the land

Ruler of paradise

Consciously Creating

Me

Myself

I

Connected to all

But, Just Being

Me

 

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Think We Are Different

 

You thought that you were so different

Until you met someone much like yourself

Maybe in a dream

Another lifetime

A nightmare

Or a drunken despair

 

He had no legs

She was missing feet

The little boy was blind

And the girl, due to Alzheimer’s

  had lost the memories in her mind

 

From war, everyone lost someone they knew

From famine, the body count seemed infinite

Global Pandemics made for disparaging averages,

‘Lucky to be alive,’ even in sadness, united

Making death the unifying factor,

   among seemingly opposites

 

Still think we are different,

Universal Laws, laugh at human ignorance

The indifference of intolerance

Coupled with natural disasters

Eventually yields a oneness

And unveils the pettiness of unnatural dualities

 

Hell-on-Earth has a way of debunking

  the concept of Big-I’s and Little-You’s

Sheds light on the darkness of

  racism, sexism, and nationalism,

Luminates deep seated hatreds

  fueled by clannish cultures,

  unjust laws, one-sided traditions and

  evil people who hide behind the good of religious principles

Darkness only prevails in the absence of light

 

Think you are so different

Does the Earth have to swallow itself up

  in order to change the hearts and minds of its inhabitants

Maybe.

And maybe given a few more tragedies

  You will think again.

 

New Thought:

  One Planet

  One People

  One Peace

Connected - All Lives Matter!

 

A Poem by,

F. Alexis

06.15.20

“Truest Self’s Call”

Woman develops

by the desires of the heart

Man by the same

Humanity by the tracks

in behavior laid

The train ride of choice

Follows the result of each one’s

Level of Truth

Passengers, lookers-on, naysayers and

Pallet purveyors

All have opinions

But, the essence of Truth

Supersedes anyone’s version of it

As It remains undisturbed

Rooted in universal union of all that is,

Was, or ever will to be

Goodness, Greatness and God-ness awaits

Woman and man who choose to see

To live, to adhere to

The Truest self’s call, consciously.

By Fabraye

09.23.14

True Beauty Poem

True Beauty 

There seems some confusion

Some mistaken or erroneous conclusions

Surrounding appearance:

Complexion, shape, size --

That somehow clone-ism is a high

A level to which to be attained

That one’s differences, on mankind,

Are somehow a stain;

A blemish to be remodeled, removed, compromised

To satisfy a hidden-hand status quo

To be tolerated, when on the human chain

You are considered low

But, once on the rise, you’re scrutinized

By ability, talent, performance --?  No!

By intellect,  consciousness, service --?  No!

By compassion, kindness, honesty --?  No!

Then something is sincerely wrong

That requires righting

A clarity on the True Beauty of rarity

The True Beauty of uniqueness

The True Beauty of Truth

The True Beauty of Self-Love,

Awareness, Fulfillment and Presence.

An understanding that the Original You

Is True Beauty in Human Form

100 Times superior

To what others may attempt to impose.

As you Accept and Own your Original You

Complexion, Shape, Size

And all the Awesomeness entailed

You Shine as the brightest of Stars

Amid the darkest of skies

And in the dismiss of frivolous compromise

Through infinity of time

Generations will recall

Your True Beauty.

by Fabraye

09-26-14