Always in season
Never out of style nor taste
Haikus flow through space
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Q.
Lost in dreams,
I dare not, awaken
lest I forgot, the memory,
of true life, lived
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Q.
Hints of warmth, tease souls
Dreams float, on daises
Summer vibes, reborn
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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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Sidenote
I think about my grandma, alot. One of the last things she said, on what was probably her last trip outdoors.. at least, in this version of the world, in this concept of reality, of creation.
She said, look at the sky. Look how blue it is. And the sun. It’s so warm..
I never forgot that moment, or those words; the purity, and honesty in them..
It took me some years afterward, to finally come to the conclusion, that I didn’t want to waste anymore moments inside.. The mental box we create for ourselves, or the real boxes the world says we should dwell in, for most of our best and brightest hours.
And now, here we are. No longer proverbially trapped in the box, but literally.
So much time spent trying to brainstorm over the walls and around the borders, to ascend across limits and beyond mere moments.. Just to be told, where we are safest, where we have always been safest.. Is in small rooms, with small thoughts, and big distractions, to keep us from dreaming of what’s outside..
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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. . . . . Q
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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Q. Lenise Lee
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 want to, Create
and by creating, Live
and by living, Become
and by becoming, Find You
by finding you,
I, Find Myself
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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
A small moment in the vastness of all that is.
But, most assuredly, it is Glorious.
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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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against the creeping darkness,
A bright, piercing light
Shines Anew.
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Q. Lenise Lee
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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Q. Lenise Lee
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
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
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
By Moonlight : Interlude I : Hyperion and Theia
“Shall we assist them?”
They spoke, but not in a manner that any human could fully comprehend, and not in a language that any human could completely understand or speak fluently.
They existed, but not on a frequency that mankind could dwell within for more than a flash of a moment, or what they perceived to be a moment.
They constantly observed, with the children of men having only the slightest sensation of their presence.
They battled and waged great wars amongst one another and on scales so immense that the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were only signaled of their occurence by way of unpredicted and grand celestial events.
They also loved, more tenderly than any mother or father toward a newborn, and more passionately than a lover with a newfound kindred spirit.
Yet now, through all they had witnessed over the eons, since the dawning of all things, this moment had caught their fullest attention.
Great members of the House of the Pantheons stood on alert, contemplating if intervention was needed – not only to save mankind but, more importantly, to save themselves.
Man would continually evolve and regress and then return to a thinking, contemplating species only to tumble downward once more, as was his destiny, but the celestials were created to overcome such a barbaric cycle.
However, here and now, this perceived moment could potentially be the beginning of the undoing of the many layers and ribbons that enfolded the fabric of reality itself.
Hyperion, mighty king of Sol, looked, more like motioned his celestial energy toward, Theia, his wife, mother of Luna and Gaia.
She acknowledged him by casting forward a rippling wave of light energy of her own to touch the source of his being.
If they were to manifest into tender flesh, he would be in the appearance of a kind and jolly father, handsome and robust for his age; and she would be a startling beauty, too vibrant to be thought of as a mother and too enigmatic to be anything other than adored by all.
“We will wait,” was her quiet, calm reply. “They must prove themselves worthy of our help.”
He nodded.
She was correct, as always.
His wife was the more rationale one, and he, the more radical of the pair.
Where she was meditative and strategic, he was quick to action with pure emotion.
Still.
Still, Hyperion could not shake the feeling that on this particular point, she could be – dare he think it – wrong.
Perhaps not assisting the humans in this particular struggle could prove to be a mistake.
These two were different.
They were more like gods than humans.
Demi-gods, of course, but that was only a play on words and concepts most of the time.
Quickly, he returned his attention to the seriousness of the situation at hand.
Every timeline from this point forward played out before him.
The pair were victorious in none.
And in the process of losing, they would destroy half of the earth and most of the lifeforms that dwelled upon her, by accident, time and time again.
They were too inexperienced in this form of combat, and had very little knowledge as to how to truly harness, focus, and control the power that swirled erratically and chaotically within their genes.
Now bonded, they were like a nuclear inferno, with all of the correct fusions reacting all at once.
Poised to blow in all directions, consuming all things in its path.
“No, dearest,” he spoke to her in a loving wave, “you are incorrect. This bonded pair has already proven much.” He continued as his memory replayed the couple’s individual lifelines. “We have seen it, since their births, how they have already overcome many trials, traps, and adversities, and are still pulsing with a wonderfully bright beacon of purest light.”
He paused, awaiting a stern objection, but none came.
“Husband,” Theia replied, turning her glorious being in his direction. To Hyperion’s shock, she was smiling, or what a human would describe as smiling, if ever a human could see her true face without being consumed. “Finally. You see beyond passion. You see true reason. You see true purpose. And yes, I agree. My initial judgement was in err… on purpose,” she quickly added. “We will intervene…but not just yet.”
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By Moonlight 2.3 : Show No Fear
By Moonlight 2.2 : Offerings and Other Things
By Moonlight 2.1 : Fire and Ice, and Sun and Moon
By Moonlight 2.0 : Rise, Queen
By Moonlight : Interlude II
I began this journey in a dark place, and now I have taken chances toward a better, brighter one.
Once, not long ago, we – he and I – traveled only by moonlight. We lived only in its silvery halo.
Our paths began asunder, yet were destined to merge within the crown of the sun.
There are moments when I block out the world and stare at the core of myself.
In those moments, I realize it is I who has created that space and that energy, so that I can discover and fulfill my calling. So that I can hear and feel and be embraced by the True Name by which I must be called.
I know I must continue forward. Ever onward. Because there is no past. The present is only a mirage. Only the future is certain.
~From the Thought Diary of Shay
By Moonlight 2.0 : Rise, Queen
By Moonlight 1 : The Beginning
There is no past. The present is only a mirage. Only the future is certain.
Q. Lenise Lee
from By Moonlight
Copyright 2019 Lenise Lee Pubn. All Rights Reserved
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
By Moonlight 3.2a
His hair had changed. Was changing. She watched as the short straight tips of his platinum blond turned ice blue. An intense contrast to the golden dawn filling the sky over his shoulders.
Shay reached thin fingers toward the crown of Ethan’s head and felt a sharp tingle strike at her fingertips. It was a noisy, slightly painful sensation yet she could not pull away. The motion of her hand was bound toward its destination. The air between them snapped and popped, the sound of a slight crackling touched the rims of her ears.
The closer her hand drew toward the electric blue hair, sharp and stiff, its strands reaching toward the bright heavens overhead, the more powerful the grip became that urged and tugged her closer. Not just her hand, but her full body now motioned into Ethan’s atmosphere.
He had become the embodiment of mysteries she had only heard whispers of.
The secret people spoke of with frightened looks on their faces, lines of worry upon their brows and fear circling at the centers of their eyes.
from By Moonlight 3.2, An Apocalyptic Fairytale
Q. Lenise Lee
Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved.
By Moonlight 3.2b
Pebbles, smooth and multicolored, from the dusty ground raised up, hovering mid-air. Small patches of dirt were dragged from their resting places, and lifted into the swirling fray of debri. The old stump from the dessicated tree-thing nearby sounded as though it had began a deep and emotional song, and hummed from within its hollow. The lean blade of grass that had saved them stood stiff and tall, much taller. Had it grown? Had it produced offspring also? As Shay’s eyes instinctively moved in all directions around them, the grass-thing had reproduced itself, spreading out, thousands upon thousands of times in all places wherever the lens of her eyes touched.
A jolt of power summoned her mind back to Ethan. Waves of energy flowed through her fingertips, into the center of her palms, now spreading up the length of her arms and filling her body with a pulse more compelling than before. A song. Faint but familiar, like a soft, slow hum began in her stomach, matching the melody of the chorus sang by the tree-thing. Louder and louder, it moved and stirred, until the words finally burst from within and tumbled from her lips. Prince who became King.
At the pronouncement, Ethan turned. A pulsing, purposeful stare held Shay within its grip. This is the moment when all things changed. The moment Shay had been awaiting, unknowingly, all her life. The song she had forgotten. A memory long buried. It was a silent seed of anticipation, of a coming coronation. Come, now, awaken.
from By Moonlight 3.2, An Apocalyptic Fairytale
Q. Lenise Lee
Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved.
By Moonlight 3.2c
These words, full of magic and energy, ageless and timeless, and with confident command, fled her lips.
Now, we escape the Void.
Now, we flee the dark.
We, two, Arise, at First Light.
The deep rumble of his voice answered her call, responding in turn, an oath solemn and true.
Now free, now flowing, infinite movement, All Eternity,
We, two, no longer fleeing, found
As cosmo unfold, pressing forward, exploring, unbound.
In Ethan’s eyes, Shay saw her glowing reflection. Dark hair encircled by a bursting crown of silver. She had changed also.
Alert. Her mind sharpened. Her dark eyes, with shimmers of silver swirling within their deep pools, looked up and beyond Ethan’s shoulder, watching a dark shadow shifting uneasily.
Strong fingers stroked her forearm, calming her powers back to standby.
“He is a guide,” Ethan’s smooth voice spoke, easing Shay’s mind. His voice, of one calling her to peace, stayed her energy. The unspoken ending – For now – also circled her thoughts. “For what awaits us.”
from By Moonlight 3.2, An Apocalyptic Fairytale
Q. Lenise Lee
Copyright 2019. All Rights Reserved.
If time is the distraction, then the moment is not the joy.
Q. Lenise Lee
II.
When realized their loss, reaching tendrils, in close pursuit, on all sides, fear, screams, drowned out, the voice, of One calling, for some, caught, clawing, dragged, consumed, again, forever scattered, always lost, chained, the never ending loop, of nothingness
We all, the remainder, in flight, toward destination, close not known, toward, the Voice, still calling, still imploring, come, further, just a while longer
Then moments, that never existed, ceased to be, all that was and is, frozen, one single unit, a foreign thing, first rumbling, then clashing, then clanging, then breaking, the dark bond, we were sealed with
A pop, a crackle, a snap, a flash, What is this? First Light, it is, we knew, at once, broke yonder, hither, within, without, all around
Now free, now flowing, caught up, electrical static, infinite movement, All Eternity, we, no longer fleeing, found
As cosmos unfolded, we, I, pressed forward, exploring, unbound.
I.
Come, listen now, to my tale, of how we escaped, the Void, how we fled, the dark
When swept aimlessly along, infinitely blank current, came, the Voice, foreign yet Familiar
Come, now, follow, the way is short, yet long is the travel
Conflict, war, rebellion waged, Shall we stay? Shall we go? No here, no there, how shall we know, which way, be truth?
When overlords wrestled, amongst themselves, how, to keep us chained, to unending confusion, to sweeping emptiness, without, within, we scattered
Some here, some there, we fled, in no direction, in every direction, for they were one, same, within, the Void, the endless
In moments where the energy radiates BRIGHT, the call of Destiny sings
Q. Lenise Lee
Embrace the eternity within the moment
Q. Lenise Lee
The light of the morning reminds me of
Willpower
Grace
to Rise & Shine
above All Things
Q. Lenise Lee
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
