by natalia | May 13, 2021 | Literature, Personal Development
I thought to share a post back from the end of 2016, which seems apropos now as well.
Still a Human
If you’re still a human at the dawn of 2017
If you’ve not become a zombie or hybridized machine
If you have not relegated your mind to patterned blindness
If no animosity is harbored
And each receives your kindness
If you place no blame and feel no shame
But do hold yourself accountable
For each thought and deed, projection & word
Succumbing to neither vampire nor cannibal
If you’re still human, albeit limping, wounded
If despite disquiet and distraction,
You’re still fully sane and lucid
Please speak a little louder, share a little more
In your own way: sing, write, draw, say
Let not your silence let your fellow man waste away
Our extinction as humans is not as one might think…that we might physically perish and thereby become extinct
No, but by losing our humanity – by this our ship does sink!
By becoming something indistinct
We disintegrate on the brink
A collective resolution in this New Year:
I propose a call to question all
To forget not that we have the wherewithal!
To be humans not zombies, not cannibals
To recognize the honor and responsibility
That we have as humans, as humanity.
In loving service,
Natalia
by natalia | Mar 22, 2021 | Literature, Personal Development
Decadence Unveiled:
I know who you are
I know why you came
It’s either out of your vanity or out of your shame
You wish to pose and show all your wares
You, me and ‘the ghost’ know there’s no soul left in there
But, go on inside, after all, you’ve arrived
Like Hotel California, pink champagne is on ice
Do come in, imbibe and consume
The Master’s chambers, you’ll find, are brimming with tunes
As you smile at your host and wish him great cheer
Devil knows what’s really brought you here
I’ve observed and even tried to admire you
But could find nothing but liars in the lot of you
In the end you sided with fear, with vanity, materiality
Wasted the dear, sanity, philanthropy
I don’t, for the record, place myself above you
I do hope somehow you might come to love you
And when you do, you’ll see it all as a sham
And perhaps you’ll understand why I am as I am.
-Natalia Rose
by natalia | Feb 14, 2021 | Literature
Spirit of Valentine’s Day
Here is a bit of poetic musing to celebrate a new era of love — the high-romance that we can catch a glimpse of among balanced, sovereign beings:
At the height of the magic, the wings all have sprouted; taking flight right on time, right on key
And yet, while there is bliss and deep peacefulness,
How lovely if you’d fly with me
The heart is a gateway and we are all things
No more cages, no trappings, no masks
What once was all crass, is now clear and so vast
So, it is in this spirit, I ask…
Should the fullness surge through you and wish to be shared
Should it be natural to reach for my hand,
There is no divide – not time, space or land
Should our quickened hearts call to be paired
To know you’ve overcome, over-ruled, over- run
All the shadows, like an obstacle course
There, powerfully, you stand with sweet love in your hand
Rising to expand into Source
But to dance, fly, touch, kiss, joined with this other,
Given all you’ve mutually discovered,
Clear as day, point of fact (or I’ll eat my hat),
Innocence-lost must be finally deemed recovered.
Here we may stand, taking joy in the sight
that we’ve managed to recover our light;
Walked through the valley of the shadow of death —
even in the absence of oxygen, drawn breath!
And yet, while the view is quite fine, finally.
How lovely if you’d fly with me
-Natalia Rose