Communication


My tongue has been held for too long
How does one truly communicate at this rate?
Even now my ego continues to instigate in the fashion of irate
My tongue trips and fumbles over the words
Mans word my word can be so absurd

I will tell you a secret I hate speaking in words because it can be so disempowering and dismantling to me to us which then feeds the lower frequency.
My soul wishes to speak through the eyes, through love through my light
My eyes wish to speak with out fright to ignite our true sight.
My hands wish to speak to your hands and to your back to help it crack
Did you know to my hands you are a story?
My hands wish to write art but do not know where to start, and so it all falls apart.

My feet wish to speak with the rhythm of the universes mystical beat
My conditioned programming wishes to speak of romance but alas I can not advance on
For how can one speak on what one knows nothing about?
As words get in the way to things that words can never say
So I think of other ways to convey

My vibration wishes to unite and merge with nature’s intuitive surge
My bloods tune wishes to flow with the same rhythm as the ocean and the moon
And these swirling vortexes in the sea are those spinning color wheels in me
Every one of my cells is in communication with the stars
Via a telepathic way and also as an inner knowing, and acceptance, and respect, of each others divine being.
As i am the stars and the stars are me. And the stars are also we
That my friends is conscious communication on all levels
And That is where my heart revels

By Jessica Schab