POETRYCORNER
I wrote the following poems throughout the various stages of my spiritual journal. As a writer and poet, the best way I can capture my experience and awakening process is through poetry. some of the themes that many of the poems have in common are the concept of time and living in the duality of the spiritual world and the 3D, and the struggle that comes with that.
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I hope these poems resonate with you as you walk your journey.
Julie Greenbaum
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A BREAK IN TIME
If time is what you have now,
Bless it for this is the season of awakening.
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Life still goes on here,
souls are fragmented,
dreams are put on hold.
People misread time as something that they can control.
But really, in reality, time doesn't exist as they think it does.
It is the grand design of the universe,
we follow its tune.
ON TIME
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Time tries to mock me
but this time I won’t listen.
I can’t.
Even in those hours where there is no routine,
I will stop and reflect upon the tree and its strength,
that it is routed in Gaea,
and blossoms in her delight
and celebrates in the coming of the seasons.
Its roots contain the mysteries that only
it can know,
an ancient understanding of time,
connected in an unspoken wisdom:
that the Mother Goddess is everywhere,
a beauty that is.
The tree stands still,
feeling the joy of the lifecycle
of the finches that inhabit its branches,
and the squirrels run up and down
its trunk year after year.
In the early Autumn hours engines roar.
Then, as if on cue,
the Autumn dance begins,
as the early morning sun shines on this scene,
of yellow, orange and green.
Oh the ecstasy I feel,
in her magic.
Gaea in all of her glory,
delighting in anyone who pays notice.
Happy that I caught a glimpse of her beauty,
among the dissonance.
REFLECTION ON LIFE
The sweat clung in the August air
And coffee created a warm serenity
as thoughts of the day, paraded my mind,
wondering where I should go, where it can go from here.
Remembering a time when structure,
was life, and time ruled over all that I knew.
Sleep was a luxury,
the time was never mine.
A heartbeat that was fading,
lacking a passion of my own.
And now I find myself in a place of position.
Where I can stand, refuse and choose.
It’s a place that is new ground,
but is needed.
Second chances come in waves.
And here I stand,
Ready for what may come.
Discovering my passion,
my strength,
my life.
CYCLES
A quiet winter sunset,
the forest,
an evening of reflection.
Somewhere an owl
sits perched on a branch,
and insects scatter,
birds gather twigs, singing, all preparing for the
change of season.
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