A new thought
that is an old thought
unforgotten

not held back
not pushed down

Lifted up
Ascended

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Q. Lenise Lee
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I want to rest 
but 
my mind
doesn't cease
probing
the known universe
Awake and in sleep
always searching
Seeking
the portal
to the unseen, unknown
cosmos of the All

The words echo
Don't explain
just do
Follow
your will
to the beginning
of
something new
Stop living 
in the moment
after
Live and be
in the moment
that is right now

Looking
for clues
Asking
for understanding
fulfillment
peace
in my mind

So
I write
until 
the world 
first breaks
then expands
then opens
Freeing
me
Revealing
the ultimate truth

I
am
the narrator
This
is
all
my creation
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Q. Lenise Lee

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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.

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.

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

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

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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By Moonlight: Interlude III

She is his Queen. The drip of his pulse taps out her name. The pull of his heart seeks out her essence. His thoughts sync only with her ka, her spirit, the essential presence that is she. Woman who has stolen his will to be, to exist, to breathe. She who has lifted the dark bonds that once held him tight, imprisoned within the enemy of himself. By moonlight she appeared, dressed in the rays of cosmos, crowned by the starlight. At dawn, they walked hand in hand, moving against the cloak of the cosmos, in fear of none, in search of the All.

Rise, My Queen

from The Thought Journal of Ethan

By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee

In moments where the energy radiates BRIGHT, the call of Destiny sings

Q. Lenise Lee

The light of the morning reminds me of

Willpower

Grace

to Rise & Shine

above All Things

Q. Lenise Lee

All things are possible for those who have the will to keep going

Q. Lenise Lee

There is no past. The present is only a mirage. Only the future is certain.

Q. Lenise Lee
from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairytale

Embers of sunlight spark and tumble forward over the horizon, flooding the land with waves of hope and wonder

Whispering sweet sonnets of wisdom to all who have come, to worship the arrival of the Bright One

The Secret Language is unveiled

Q. Lenise Lee
~from Keys to Awareness