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261 · Jun 2017
With
Star BG Jun 2017
With flax-golden tales, I spin with voice
with quilled pen
and intention to sing in the magic of words.

With a moments breath, I connect with light,
with gentle breeze
and purpose to light fire under my phases.

With my dreams I awake with focus
with compassion and to echo in prayer with words.

Words that anoint a page and sends blessings outward.


StarBG © 2017
Inspired by poet Jax Spades's bio page
Star Blossom Goddess
Intuitive/Channeler, Leader of Temple of love, Sound Healer,
Emissary of Love, Angel card reader,
Spiritual Lecturer and workshop facilitator
Teacher, Coach for Peace, Writer, Children’s entertainer/storyteller
Star-visions.com
261 · Jan 2019
My Essence
Star BG Jan 2019
The essence of self is to whisper like wind
and climb mountains of words as scribe,
to arrive at destination of yet another poem.

My lights essence is to move
with grace recalling my eternal self
and celebrate life.

The essence of self is to shine like pulsating sun,
that radiates with love sweet love.
Care to join me?
260 · Oct 2018
INSIDE
Star BG Oct 2018
Inside the abode of heart I sing
Gyrating to dance with light.
Smiling inside eternal glow.
Swelling with inner illumination.

Inside the abode of heart I anchor.
Moments fade away
Night wings take me afar
Visions merge with sparkling stars.
And sun shines in highway sky.

Inside abode of heart I dance.
Dreams become reality.
Light integrates dark.
Love pulsates outward divinely.

Inside abode of heart I move
Gracefully continuing to exist
Walking with one step after another
Flying with one breath after another
Bonding with Gods hand one lifetime after another.

Freedom calls. Freedom Calls.
Inspired by  Dyra the magnificence -Thank you
260 · Mar 2019
Definition Of A Writer
Star BG Mar 2019
A writer...
One who often chooses words as if nails
and with pen like hammer
hits a thought right on the head.
inspired by Perry Thanks

Reader is client who hires builder poet
to have their house of wisdom built
one poem at a time
260 · Jan 2018
Words
Star BG Jan 2018
Words,
they have a life force of their own.
Dancing onto page as if letters have feet.

Moving to birth a phase
that draws eyes to gander.

Words like coins of gold are little blessings from my God-like form.

A form where soul
is illuminated
by the light of words.
Inspired by chat with Kim Johanna Baker Thanks
260 · May 2019
Definitions of a Poem
Star BG May 2019
A POEM,
becomes like an ice cream cone
meant to lick up with eyes, as if words are sprinkles.
And waffle cone is the screen that wraps the verse.

A POEM,
is the fuel that tickles consciousness
so one can fly inside another’s perspectives.

A POEM,
is like a cobblestone road where each word
is a stone meant to walk on with eyes.

A POEM,
is the gift the writer presents even if the two never meet.
just playing inside mind.
260 · Dec 2018
Sleep Eludes
Star BG Dec 2018
I can't sleep so I write releasing what’s in heart.
Poetry speaks
Angry, sometimes, echoing tones loud
to wake sleeping reader eyes.

While other times its light and airy
like drifting rainbow clouds that tickle senses.

Ever so often it rhymes inside song,
as if a nightingale whispering in ears.

It may be long like a saga that needs to be said,
as one floats in visions grand.
Or short like a Haiku that makes point fast
so clarity lingers.

I can’t sleep so I burn the night oil which these days becomes the lightbulb that matches moon.

Perhaps one will gander on my hills of phase
below their field of stars
or maybe reader be in slumber readied
in morning light to open my gate title.

Either way Its way past my bedtime and my dreams they do await... Farewell
260 · Jan 2018
Ode To Little Bear
Star BG Jan 2018
Little Bear is so divine
He moves with charm and grace.
Touching many with his writes
I stand to bow in place.

He writes of things that tickle eyes,
of those who gather near.
I am grateful for his poems.
I celebrate and cheer.

May he feel blessings I send,  
as I call all to see.
That he writes on many things,
including a grand tree.

So if you do meet him please,
do say hello won’t you?
As you know him you’ll feel light,
to sing below the moon.
Little Bear is a grand writer. He wrote a poem called tree. It made me want to write to him- to celebrate yes he.
Check it out so perhaps you the reader will remember how great and sacred our trees are. That leaves me with one question
Have you hugged a tree today?
260 · Jan 2019
FEAR
Star BG Jan 2019
Fear will not get upper hand today
for I am swimming in waves of light
where fear dare not go...
else it would drown.
259 · Oct 2019
Poetic Sculptress
Star BG Oct 2019
I carve words into bark of vellum
as if tree trunk
standing pristine and tall.

My pen-like tool moves
in moment below blue skies
lightly peppered with orange clouds.

My breath merges with nature
while birds echo in serenades
that color mind with spiraling visions.

I carve as a master
with its title passed on
from generations inside starlit cosmos.

Come, partake in my flourishing garden of verse.
And may you be inspired
to take a bouquet into the heart.
Inspired by Eloise. Thank you for your inspiring poem.
259 · Jul 2017
Oh To Write
Star BG Jul 2017
As I write my life down in poetry,
I expand dancing in the rhythms of words.
Comas cause a smile to rest my thoughts
for just a moment
before jumping in deep waters of the mind.
Memories and experiences surface
unloading my deepest secrets.
And when done sweet freedom is mine.
freedom to write on but another day
where poetry becomes a journal of life.
inspired by Paperclip Poems
259 · Jul 2017
Pen And Pad
Star BG Jul 2017
With pen and pad, I script
fine lines with mountains of words,
passion and intent,
laughter and creativeness flow

With pen and pad, I create
where ink is my mortar
and words my bricks.

With pen and pad, I etch
stanzas strong that become well polished floor
for eyes to travel in

With pen and pad, I persevere,
until poem is complete,
and skylight reveals great light.

Light so one runs with song
into visions of an artists mind.

StarBG © 2017
inspired by Tyler
259 · Sep 2017
Dishonor
Star BG Sep 2017
I'm dizzy with voices, heavy in brain.
Vibrating to feel inner great pain.
Dishonorment carries conflict so strong.
Friendship now ends as I move forlorn.

Moving to rehash the symptoms of grief.
I wish the moment would give some relief.
Weary and tired I am so alone
Wish as a starseed that I can go home
Got burned with someone that I trusted.
259 · Jul 2017
Words
Star BG Jul 2017
Words from my heart
moves into my soul
sweet memories takes control
then transformed to a poets pen
where i write you love poems, once again
____

Words tickle thy heart
moving through canals of eyes
to sigh, loves cry, oh my.
Than hammer like pen etches dreams
as old soul mates unite yes again.
A Collaborate poem by Ron Parrish and Star. Ron wrote first paragraph Star the second. :) Thanks Ron
259 · Nov 2017
Love Is
Star BG Nov 2017
Love is an ocean of yes's waiting to swim in.
Life preservers unnecessary
as a hearts float even in rough waves.
inspired by elsa angelica
259 · Sep 2017
Dear ( Part Four)
Star BG Sep 2017
DEAR SUN,
Your rays entwine with my heart
giving me energy to send rays of love
to the many I meet. Thank You.

DEAR VOICE,
You carry power with words,
to speak truths,
songs to sing, and even screams to cry.
You supply a mouth piece
for light beings
to speak.
Thank You.

DEAR SECOND,
You are like a grain of sand
almost invisible but
as you join with others you build
and I learn from your example.
Thank You.

DEAR BREATH,
You caress my lungs
touching every ***** to aid self.
Without you I would not exist.
Thank You.

DEAR GREAT, GREAT, GREAT GRANDPARENTS,
Though your faces are visible only in photos,
and your forms long gone,
I honor your lives and riches Of your values
woven into my very nature.
Thank You.

DEAR LANGUAGE
You, the written word
fuels my passion as poet,
allowing me to spread wings
inside poetry
Thank You.
One of 4 separate dear poems
259 · Feb 2018
We
Star BG Feb 2018
We
We are all poets.
Sometimes, using pens
on floor-like keyboard to write.
Other times, our poems are sung like bird
to whisper in ears of passerby's.

We are all poets.
Communicating in whatever form we choose.
Sometimes expressed
with a stare or kind gesture.
Other times, we use bodies as tools
to dance or move
speaking without words.

We are all poets,
marching to our own melodies.
Gift's we possess as divine beings of love.
Inspired by Latina1813
259 · Jan 2019
D.R.E.A.M.
Star BG Jan 2019
D. Dance in the freedom of self
         R. Radiate your own eyes into others
            E. Expand with the gifts given by God
         A. Align with heart to be love avatar
              M. Make a difference to help humanity.

**
Dream to reclaim our Earth
and make it what its meant to me.
Just playing
258 · Aug 2017
All In A Summers Day
Star BG Aug 2017
A summer morning
blessed by dancing wind
pushes clouds away.
The moment
anointed by birds in flight
make grand scene.
A summers morn
graced by flowers scent
fills nostrils to spark smile.
Ears perk, senses align,
dancing shoes on.

Time to play
in heart of dreams
all in a summers day.
Just thinking about the moment on the summa day
258 · Sep 2017
I Asked
Star BG Sep 2017
I asked my ego mind to back away
from interfering with the flow of life.
But it would not listen.

I asked repeatedly to stop it's spew of judgments, that stifled my freedom.
But it wouldn't listen.

I asked spirt to help me recognizey
ego's claw of control.
When showed to focus,
I put an end to ego's jargon
inside peace I a-go.
Plague of the ego mind everyone has it. It's a matter of recognizing it and choosing not to listen.   A in ago  means amazingly or awesomely you pick it. :)
258 · Jun 2018
Bed Time
Star BG Jun 2018
Its past my bed time.
Lids are heavy.
Feet ache for comfort of bed.

Its way past my bed time.
Sounds amplify.
Mind wanders for dreamland.

Its way way past my bedtime.
Lights turned off.
This day is done.

Goodnight
Glad the day is over...
258 · Dec 2017
I Whisper
Star BG Dec 2017
I gently whisper words
upon field of page
like feather drifting in air.

They land gracefully
planting seeds in readers eyes.

They blossom to expand
with visions for viewer to ponder.

I gently whisper phases
from poets heart to page
planting a vibration of love
so perhaps one may recall
their worth.
Inspired by Weeping willow Thank you so much for being you.
258 · Feb 2018
Stars Quote
Star BG Feb 2018
Having a good listening ear is a virtue.
One to be treasured though some people
don't know how to whisper thanks.
They only know how to whisper woes.
Inspired by chat with Kerrie Short
258 · Sep 2017
In One Months Time
Star BG Sep 2017
The first week you left me
my knees begged feet
to pick me up from floor.
But it didn't answer.

The second week
my lids begged eyes
to cease deluge of rain
But they didn't stop.

The third week you left me
my mind begged eagle
to whisk me off forever.
But it never came.

The forth week
in heart I begged spirit
to help me move peaceful.
They answered giving me peace.
This is a rewrite colloberatoon with lily
who I am very grateful for.  lilyThanks for helping to make this poem special.
257 · Oct 2019
Happy Birthday All
Star BG Oct 2019
I gift you
reader who
stands in readiness.
Ready to wash eyes
of past hardships
to stand naked before my song.

I stand to wrap poetic verse
as gift paper
echoing its present with light as strong as sun.
With love as powerful as self pulsating to be free.
And with a moment where unlimited possibilities linger
I invite you to open heart into a new

consciousness.
To know all are gifts
as soul waits to be unwrapped by self
A present of great value.

I hand treasure to you to awaken.
Happy Birthday.
Just a morning thought to merge with all and celebrate inside of distance.
257 · Dec 2019
Writing Bug (Part two)
Star BG Dec 2019
Ink is the heroine and pen the needle that moves guided by my fever. The ink pulsates within transmuting into words and phrases. My heart expands racing with visions. The side effect... a written poem that perhaps will give some peace. Peace from my addiction to live before it starts all over again. It is an addiction many a poet had to fight over centuries. Their lesson let it flow let it grow.
I wrote this in response to Suzanne Berlinsky response to my other poem Writing Bug (part one)  Thanks
257 · Jan 2018
Ink Well Evolves
Star BG Jan 2018
The ink well is a writer pens pool.
Where pen becomes fishing rod
for words burried within.

Guppies surface like little words  generated from the mind into delicate poems upon seas of vellum.

Other times words become shark-like bitting to bleed with an array of emotions
and scenes of a broken heart.

Well that was the way it was back in the days when people used ink wells.
Back in the days when poet wrote
near candle light.

Now we have the ball point pens.
Where the thoughts come directly from heart to hand, to ink to paper.

Now writer moves near electric lamp replaced by oil on desk. Or computer screen that houses a new breed
of a gigabyte fish.

All the same the scribe speaks
with words that take on
a life of its own.

Still releasing a fish tale
every now and than.
257 · Jun 2017
Fields Of Night
Star BG Jun 2017
A blanket of words covers heart,
warming my mind to expel its waves of prose.
It merges with gentle breeze,
as others sleep in lucid dreams.
As sleepless night becomes a gift
for field of poems to blossom.

A place I wander in, as birds first song rings in ear,
and stars of night sky disappear.

StarBG © 2017
Playing with words on a sleepless night
256 · Feb 2019
Free The Mind
Star BG Feb 2019
Free the mind and the soul follows,
meandering in sea of light
Light becomes rainbow
rainbow beauty
Beauty words
words poem
poem an open heart.

Free the mind and the soul follows
gracefully drifting in sea of love.
Love becomes freedom
freedom love
love expansion
expansion love
love creativity
creativity words
words  poetry
poetry a happy heart.
Free the ego mind
and the soul follows for eternity.
Star BG Nov 2017
Good-morning Angels
who carry backpacks of love,
inside my third eyes vision.

Good-day all cherubs,
as you spread
feather-like wings gracefully  

Your woven magnificence
spiraling in through mind.

Good-afternoon angels
who vibrate with flight plan
to bring energies into heart.

Good post-meridian guardians,
as you whisper in wind
so heart expands to feel blessed.

Your ethereal bodies arrive divinely
to gather wishes for felicity.  

Good-evening angels
who hold me in your visions
to guide me for peace.

Good-evening celestial ones
as you place rose petals sweet scents about
and I drift into incandescent dreams.

You all wrap me with love so grand
as I say my gratitude.

StarBG © 2017
First poem of day.
255 · Feb 2018
Freckles
Star BG Feb 2018
Freckles
are angel kisses
anointing young and old.
They’re little blessings
meant to be carried
in waking days.

Freckles
are awards
to show off on
rainy days or sunshine,
as walking steps
break out in dance.

Freckles
artistic masterpieces
presented as gifts by angels
meant to highlight ones beauty
in depths of a mirrors cast.
255 · Feb 2018
Dear Friend
Star BG Feb 2018
Your friendship is a gift to me.
So I will raise my needle-like pen
and weave a poem shawl for you.
With vision strong I weave delicately
Knit one with diamonds of light
Pearl two with rhinestones of love.
Knit one with gratitude pearls
Knit two with blessings
And with breath the universe gives a vision
of crystals to inlay on your cape.

Aegerine to energize your divine form.
Binghamite for good fortune.
Carnelian igniting courage.
Danburite for healing.
Elestial crystal to uncover secrets in calm.
Fire opal for vitality.
Galena to give harmony.
Heliodor for power.
Indigo Gabbro to promote expanded consciousness.
Jade for spiritual wholeness.
Katanganite to raise vibration for peace.
Larimar for freedom
Muscovite to give you angelic contact.
Nephrite Jade for love.
Opal to carry your creativity.
Papagoite to bring you optimism.
Fairy Quartz for meditation and calm
Rubellite to have abundance.
Saginite for protection.
Tektite to trigger your own wisdom.
Ulexite for balance.
Verneul to vibrate happiness.
Wavellite for energy flow.
Yang crystal for confidence.
Zoisite to trust without fears.

Once done with stitches all in place I am ready
to wisk it off to you inside my mind.
See it in your visions on a precious spring day.
A day I value our friendship.
Dedicated to a dear friend Nancy Joy Hefron
All these attributes go with the stones I mentioned so if you need some of the qualities buy a stone.
255 · Jan 2018
In A HP World
Star BG Jan 2018
In an HP sky of verse
words float like birds.
They fly so poets divine
watch with binocular eyes and like buttons.

In an HP landscape
verses gathers inside seasons rain.  
Sometimes thunderous poems are posted
Other times light poems that harbor rainbow.
Occasionally they even shine with sun.

In an HP home people gather
singing, laughing, screaming, crying,
in language of hearts
from around the world.

In an HP platform
magic is born tickling senses.
Becoming a melting *** of jargon
in a computer screen world.
Inspired by the great Sarita Aditya Verma a great poet
255 · Jan 2019
SBG Speaks
Star BG Jan 2019
Using air of breath I reprogram computer like mind
with truths and release judgments to let love rule.

After all... that is what affirmations are for.
just a thought to set day for harmony.
255 · Sep 2018
Hands Of Time
Star BG Sep 2018
I ride the hands of time,
like bronco.
Each minute a blade of grass
Each hour a mountain to climb.
as I trot in fields of optimism.

I ride its thin sleek body
that drifts in grace,
merging with ticking of heart.
I awaken seeing my own face
as each second  becomes a pinnacle part,
of my orchestrated life.

And as I gallop cross fields in day,
I balance and ground
in stirrups of breath.
breath that hold me tight,
as time disintegrates into a cloud.
255 · Aug 2017
DYAD Group One
Star BG Aug 2017
A Cat saw a mouse       Mouse knew cat was near
Mouse gave cat catnip             They became good friends.


Heart raced seeing you              a charming beauty.
Winds rose inside breath           wanting to launch kiss.


Energies vibrate                  giving my heart wings.
Oh to fly in love                  celebrating life.


Mighty Oak does speak        inside gentle wind.
Listen carefully                      with sound from your heart.
Just learned about writing DYAD poems  That is where you write   two lines only. In groups of two 5 syllables on one line   and two five syllables on the other.
254 · Nov 2017
Wonderland
Star BG Nov 2017
Wonderland for this being in cloak of human
is to dance with love under a rainbow sun.
To feel gentle breeze and
giggle so much it will fill the air waves
making all laugh.

Wonderland for this old soul is to prance free
with no restrictions or limitations.
To unite with one and all celebrating
in this playground called Earth.

Wonderland for this star-seed from another galaxy
is to connect to all and resonate with song
every moment releasing love
so the world would be a peaceful place
with no separation,
hate,
fear,
war,
greed,
sickness,
poverty,
violence,
judgements
or Cabal forever
inspired by che-rrie-ann Thanks
254 · Feb 2018
Stars Quote of Day
Star BG Feb 2018
Open the parachute in heart
to float with the wind of love
as you dance in footsteps,
drifting as if floor is sky
and freedom is yours.
saw word parachute and felt like playing with it.
254 · Nov 2017
Old Metaphors
Star BG Nov 2017
I shall iron out my old metaphors
held in a writer mind.
Perhaps without wrinkles I will use them
to write a saga of verse
as follows as dust approaches.

And I shall drown in a sea of love,
moving with graceful strokes.
No troubled waters I shall fish in today
for I am holding my heart in hand.
Inspired by Prabhat Chhetri
254 · Jul 2017
Life Is a Prayer
Star BG Jul 2017
My life is like a prayer
as I move with open heart
My eyes observe beauty.
My heart beats with song.

Ups and downs come.
Good and bad surfaces.
Doubt transmutes into trust.

Life is breeding ground
as I plant seeds of love
seeds of dreams
seeds for peace
and watch them grow.

Today, I planted a seed of gratitude
and from the rain a rainbow formed.

Today, I grounded myself on earth
and from footsteps a waltz ensued.

Today, I connected to source
and divine orchestrations occurred.

Today, life inside prayer blossomed
for miracles to come.

Miracles to come.


StarBG © 2017
254 · Nov 2018
Proteus God Of Sea
Star BG Nov 2018
And as the seas did roar, Proteus rose gallantly.
He plotted with clouds to yield thunder.
Let wind whisper his name strong.
Told birds to steer from tempest winds.
And warned fish to go under sea-purse.

Yes, Proteus was present in full form,  
to have the sea do its bidding.
So...dost not sail thy vessel I pray.
or you’ll feel his wrath I today.
Saw name Proteus after reading who he is, I wrote this poem.
254 · Jan 2019
FLOWERS
Star BG Jan 2019
FLOWERS,
speak with language of fragrances
and expressions of love that melt into endearing eyes.

THEY speak with little tickles
that turn into words infused inside breath.

FLOWERS deserve ones gratitude
inside a gentle breeze of a sunny day.
EACH paragraph can stand on its own or it can be read together. Came when pondering a flower. They are a sacred part of our earth
254 · Aug 2017
My Awakening Dream
Star BG Aug 2017
A lion roared in my dreams,
as fairies gathered biding me welcome.
My eyes scanned the surroundings,
trying to take in all with one glance

The lion got my attention
as it jumped off its pedestal offering me a ride.
The gentle breezes traveled through me,
waking up every cell to natures song.

Birds sang and wind danced inside leaves
reflecting an air of peacefulness.

Every being we passed bowed to us
as if we both were king and queen
in a moment that spawned royalty.

Lion and I merged divinely.
When he roared, I released a sound
that resinated across highway of fields.

Higher and higher we climbed
as an explosive energy
penetrated me inside grace.

It was an experience that needed no words
to escort my feelings
of joy and bliss.

In an instance my awareness
focused on cliff coming into view.

I grabbed mane trying to stop him
from leaping to our death and
possibly having an end
to our lucid life but had no control.  

A jolt forward that
might have caused awakening alluded me.
Instead, he leaped forward sprouting wings
and we continued moving upwards.

A parade of birds, and Pegasus's followed
gracefully behind. I felt part of them and they me.

Closer and closer to a pulsating rainbow sun
we traveled, feeling its rays warm as my heart opened.

We began to melt into the great ball of fire
It turned myself into a rainbow being
the likes I never saw.
I became a phoenix with wings of gold.
destined to make a difference
on the platform called earth.
I landed in a place I knew was my heart
and on arriving opened my eyes.

I was ready to embrace the day
Ready to be who I was
as a being in the new millennium.
August is the time of the Lions gate of energies in universe. Ride the wave of great change.
254 · Jan 2018
Have You
Star BG Jan 2018
Have you ever had a song
vibrate in your head?
Stuck to pull at senses
until you surrender
and listen carefully.

Have you ever sung with voice
repetitively in flow of words
and hunt for answers
in a sea of moments?

Have you ever heard a song
that played over and over
catching your hands to move
and feet to dance?
Allowing heart to soar like birds,
and breath to rhyme with verse.

Until sub-consciousness takes over
and wings spread to dissipate time
inside fantasy.

Have you ever played a song
inside mind so many times
it became a part of your very thoughts?
Until you felt it was yours to own
and made it your part of your reality.

Where you floated within melodies
to unleash coincidences
that matched the orchestration.

I have and it gave me freedom
inside a creative force to dream.
Saw a You tube about someone who heard songs in head so this poem was born.
253 · Jun 2019
The Poet
Star BG Jun 2019
The poet shares their conscious mind
with insights and feelings
that float into another’s heart.

If it be a poet... it churns for inspiration.
If it's a reader, not bard...
it makes one think.
If it's God... it makes him smile.
just a thought
253 · Sep 2017
A Ghost
Star BG Sep 2017
A ghost visited me in October
when moon was full
and birds were shadows
in the night.

It came blending in
with the Halloween festivities,
but I knew better.

It was an old flame,
that did me wrong.
That took my heart
and cut it to shreds
One who tried
to whisper
asking for forgiveness,
inside the wind.

I granted him such,
as I had moved on
finding the power of my heart.
I granted him a pardon,
as I bowed
wishing him peace.

Once received,
he gave a solemn smile,
and instantly disappeared
never to be seen again.
Inspired by Caela Bayfield
252 · Oct 2017
Bandwagon
Star BG Oct 2017
Onto the bandwagon of life I jump
to celebrate self,
as I revel in my own journey.

Music plays of heartbeat
to be my compass.

Sun filters in of dreams
ready to experience.

And as I jump,
I change old thoughts
to replace them with wheels
of consciousness that spin
inside love.

The breath is my gasoline
and I am safe,
I am free.
Inspired by Nadia  Thank you
252 · May 2019
Definitions Of Poet
Star BG May 2019
POETS,
people who scribe as sculptors making masterpieces to hang in their text museums. And as for the reader...They are the ones who visit.

POETS,
one's sometimes filled with pain and insecurities that must write so they keep their sanity.

POETS,
the gift to mankind who can change the world
with one reader at a time.

P0ETS,
EVERYONE IS ONE
WITH A STORY TO TELL
BUT, THEY JUST DON'T KNOW IT AND THEIR EGO JUDGES BEFORE THEY PUT PEN TO PAPER
SO OFTEN THEY NEVER LEARN IT.
Inspired by Dr. Paul Lim. A poet who has great insights to match his name
252 · Oct 2017
Inside The Mind Of God
Star BG Oct 2017
Inside the mind of God
there are no judgments.
No saint and sinner.
No perpetrator and victim.

To know we constructed
this reality in order to grow, learn
and live with open hearts.

Inside the mind of God
there is only love,
and encouragement
for us to awake
and take responsibility
to free the soul.

To know we are co-creators.
here to hold space
of neutrality so others will shift.

Inside the mind of God
we are whole
free of judgments
meant to live with
prosperity and joy.

To awaken and know
that love and compassion
is the only answer
and road we must walk.

Inside the mind of God
as we walk, eat, breath, and evolve
we are the children of the future
destined for greatness
Because we are already great.
#God  #love
252 · Aug 2017
Mirage or Not
Star BG Aug 2017
Inside a mirage of a thousand dreams I swim inside,
moving in mind and heart.
The waves rise giving me buoyancy  
as I breath deep.
The currents tickle my senses causing me to wonder if mirage is real.
I swim asking spirit to throw a preserver of wisdom
so I understand.
The mirage is no more as my voice is answered
Now I swim under rainbow dreams.


StarBG © 2017
AngshumanChakravarty  Inspired me with his bio
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