I called out to the universe.  
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And the universe spoke back. 
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In that moment. For the first time. I heard my own voice.
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Self said to self. Welcome. To who you are. And who you will be.
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I was alone, 
so I whispered to the wind. 
And it became a breeze 
that traveled to distant shores
blanketing the trees,
with dew from my tears 
a vast forest grew
That burst forth with fresh flowers,
whose petals circled the earth. 
Before landing on my windowsill,





with a simple note. 
XoXo. 
To Q. 
From you.
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Keys doors paths aligned.

Questions unpacking my mind.

Finding the way out.

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I want

to feel,

something

more

than what the barriers, of this world

will allow.

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So I write, to the universe. I write, to creation. I write, to the Author, of All Things. For an answer. For a cure. To what ails, the heart. What, sickens the soul. Knowing, I am, the answer. I am, the cure. For what, binds me. I write. Until, I can breathe. I write. Until, my thoughts, unlock. I write. And write.. and write. Until, I am, me. Again.

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I’m a love story kinda girl. I love stories. About defying odds. Saving the day. Rising to the occasion. Moving mountains. Hurtling barriers. I love stories. About Lovers in sync. Destinies intertwined. Stars aligned. Lips locked. Hearts pounding. I love stories. Where I am. The narrator of my life. Living out every possibility.
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Let me accept the power of who I am

the energy that flows through my bones

the strength and resilience of my spirit

the hope and determination that beat hard in my chest

Let me live every moment, and love every moment that I live.

A prayer.

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Q.

I keep,

waiting, for

the answer,

but,

I already

have,

the answer

Instead,

I keep,

waiting, for

something,

to point

me,

toward, touching,

the answer,

And then,

I saw,

a blank sheet,

before

me

There was, no veil,

there was never, a veil,

Only, a blank,

a very blank,

canvas,

waiting,

wanting,

expecting,

demanding,

pleading,

hoping,

to be,

filled.

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by,

nightmares,

dreams,

of my,

choosing.

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Have I,

chosen

yet.

Q.

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creation is, a blank canvas

my mind is, the brush

I must paint.

To see, the patterns

In all, things,

Every, where

To understand, them

To be wise, with them

To find, the way, through them

To see, the Mysteries

To fear, Myself, no more.

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My third eye opens to a fourth, dimensions unfold and expand

I must not allow, these things

to infiltrate, my heart

disrupt, my mind

distract, the movement, of my spirit

All things pass, expect, those which are

Right and true.

I choose now

which I stand, in the midst of

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I am, trying, to be, poetic. Which only, makes this, harder. To let time, slip by. But, it never does, really. Instead, now, more than ever, I am, wandering,  away, with my thoughts. Circling. For there are, no more, corners to turn, nor, places to be, and, be unseen. We are, all where we are, and, nothing more. Somehow, is this, a herding, ultimate dulling, of the masses, of the mind, of the will. For when, we willingly, become prisoners, no escape, is possible, and, no bars, necessary. What, oh, what, are we, truly, becoming.

Standing in the delicious chill, early morning fleeing elsewhere
Grey dawn overhead, hot mug in hand
Birds worshipping the new day, squirrels restless with play
Awake, awaken, awakening, I am.
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borrowed and blue

fleeting and fickle

anxious and amazing

wandering and wanting

exciting and ethereal

…the energy and magnetism, of life unfolding

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Q

 

These things,

must not change, who I am

nor stear me, clear of

the call of Destiny

For all things,

small and great, weak and mighty,

can become moments

of clarity

of uprising

of the true Spirit

that drives, the evolution of

my Becoming

Me.

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Q.

I was sleeping, and now I must awaken

A Queen among men

A Goddess among mortals

I will Rise again

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Sometimes, I am a free spirit, flowing with answers, the purest lake filled with living water

I capture the essence, harness the power, imagination, creation is born,

and I know, truly know, I have become, what I am, truly.

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Q. Lenise Lee

balance and energy.

the call of the universe,

pulling us to greater heights.

the spirit of the universe,

pursuing us into our wildest dreams.

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Q. Lenise Lee

As we learn

together,

gathering Balance

in between moments,

focusing light,

moving as one

with the Universe,

establishing the course,

Meaning unfolds

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I am.

Reborn in the morning,

settled at eventide.

In balance.

As one,

with the Universe.

All things that were.

All things that are.

All things that will be.

I am.

Art and artist.

Creation and creator.

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Q. Lenise Lee

I have a vision in my mind, of

Everything.

Existence.

Eternity.

Reality.

All

things in between, and

outside of

them. And then

I write

simply

carefully

BOLDLY.

I am.

I will

BE.

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I see the

Sky, unfolding

I am

humbled

empowered

amazed

I am

surrounded by

Light

and the possibilities

of the All

I want to

feel

light in

my eyes

and listen

to the nothingness

and fullness of

the morning

Moments are

filled

to the brim of

breaking while

I want to lose time

or have

time lose

me

whichever

is least binding

most

fulfilling

to feel

fully

alive

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Q. Lenise Lee

I believe in the ether

and the void

and the light

and in everything in between

 

I have the day in my head

and in my hands

caught up in my heart

and in my spirit

 

I believe in rest

and in motion

 

I believe in small, carefully planned steps

I believe in giant, careless leaps

 

I believe in the impossible

made possible

 

I believe in the infinity

of this moment

 

I was made to create

to define

to refine

to be

to become

 

One in All, All in One

 

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Q. Lenise Lee

 

Queen of Heaven

Lady of Light

Goddess of the All

Arise and Ascend, your throne

Like stars and moons, heart and spirit, expand, then collide

What force beckons them forward, toward dust, toward destiny?

Q. Lenise Lee

My words are

the beat of my heart

the movement of my spirit

the stirring of my soul

without them, I am in silence

within them, I am set free

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~Q. Lenise Lee

 

I feel.

Enthralled in rapture. Yet remain quietly serene.

Wanting to chase the rush of pure energy. Yet sitting perfectly still.

I hear.

The universe conducting a symphony before me, expounding on the dissertation of the secrets of the universe. Yet I calmly sip my coffee, distracted, while tapping a random beat against the curve of the mug.

I see.

All that is offered, infinity upon infinity. Yet my eyes are watching numbers across a fading screen.

Q. Lenise LEe

What does this all mean?

Moments uncertain

Destiny opens the path

Instincts awakens

Q. Lenise Lee

Tho I forget to breathe,

breath still flows within me,

First fast, then gentle

Always, Strong and free

Q. Lenise Lee

I walk thru the center of Creation

At the heart of Existence

And I live.

And I breathe.

(I breathe deeply).

And I am.

The spirit of the Universe surrounds me

Cradles me.

Nourishes me.

I am Loved.

I am Love.

All, and the All in All, is revealed.

I dwell within.

The Unfolding.

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~Q. Lenise Lee

 

I create, the energy I seek.

If I am bold, the mountains tremble

If I am wise, the rivers pause

If I am true, my Whole Self lives

Breath returns, to my being

I am free, I am flowing

I am alive, I am glowing

the pulse, of Eternity

is reborn, within me.

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Q. Lenise Lee

I sit and talk with The Universe every morning, yet the Grand Revelation remains elusive

I ramble on, words running from my mouth like overflowing buckets of wash water

Thoughts and plans, of grand adventures I have yet to pursue, of goals I have yet to complete

One after another, no ending near.  A sentence with no stop or pause, for breath or insight

Then, this morning, I realized, to my shock and offense, it was only my words I heard bouncing back, echoing against the vastness of the open sky

The Universe sat there, silently, politely nodding, as one does to a child, that just won’t lay down for a nap, continues running on and on, with exhausting narration, in her mind, about all the things done before the nap, and all of things to be done after the nap, whilst conveniencelly escaping the act of the actual nap itself

My lips sealed, then poked.  I became unloved, uncared for, unwanted, all in one rush of bottomless emotion

It was in that new silence, I discovered, truth.

In a wave of sound, first gentle, then immaculate, a crescendo, I heard The Universe speaking.  The conversation continued on.  It was never a tired monologue, but always a deep dialogue.

In the chirp of the bird, the whistle of the wind, the rustle of the brush, the chitter of squirrel, the roll of the river against the shore.  There, I heard The Universe, its language plain and clear.  Every answer to every question.  Yet I had made my voice so loud that, until this very moment, I could not hear.

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I am the movement which stirs the wind. Onward.

Once a purpose is threaded into my being, I cannot be paused.

It must be done.

Q. Lenise Lee