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.
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 the true Spirit
that drives, the evolution of
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.
Q. Lenise Lee
I want to, Create
and by creating, Live
and by living, Become
and by becoming, Find You
by finding you,
I, Find Myself
Q. Lenise Lee
Enthralled in rapture. Yet remain quietly serene.
Wanting to chase the rush of pure energy. Yet sitting perfectly still.
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.
All that is offered, infinity upon infinity. Yet my eyes are watching numbers across a fading screen.Q. Lenise LEe
To walk thru infinite worlds
Dwelling within The Wholeness of The All
A promise in my mind
~Q. Lenise Lee
Every moment, You are Living.
You are Living, Every moment.
~ 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.
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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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.
By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee
If time is the distraction, then the moment is not the joy.Q. Lenise Lee
All things are possible for those who have the will to keep goingQ. 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
Hope. Optimism. Adventure.
Every day. In Every moment.
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 unveiledQ. Lenise Lee
~from Keys to Awareness
Light up the world around you.
It’s the fastest route to finding the inspiration you seek.
Sometimes distractions serve the purpose of calling our attention back to details we overlooked the first time.