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WINGS OF LOVE by Natalie Baxter

I feel like my writing is meant to be shared, however hard that may be for me…

All I wish to do with my poetry is put out whatever my heart speaks and hope that people all around the world can connect to that sacred space that is within us all.

I only write poems when it flows; when the "wave" comes. I sometimes write a poem and start shaking or crying, because everytime I do it feels like its coming from a place far beyond my own mind.

This is why I have a hard time taking credit for my poetry. I feel like I somehow dont deserve it. But what I do know is that it is all meant to be shared. I am mearly a vessel of which the words flow through.
Wings of Love

I watched my body dance
To the beat that was my heart
No sense of where my body ends
Or where it chose to start

A thought presents itself to me
I choose to let it go
All this time I chose to crash
But now I choose to flow

I emerge from somewhere inside my body
Beyond all time and space
Ride the wave until I fall
Into the arms of oceans grace

Sometimes it feels like I’m not moving
But that something is moving me
A bulldozer of love tearing down the walls
that kept my heart from being free

The spirit of life flows through me now
Gods breath blows through my flute
Never knew that sacred cosmic sounds
Were made by bodies so minute

I see the geometric jigsaw puzzle
That forever puzzles my mind
Reveal its truth to soulful eyes
That never knew that they were blind

Waves of information
Enter my body as sound
I stop dancing for a moment
Listen to the voice
And surrender my body to the ground

“The world is nothing like it seems
Not even close to what you thought
You have doubted all that's true and real
but believed all that you were taught”

“You are not your physical being
For you are me and I am you
Your body is simply a vessel of light
That the oneness of I breathes through”

I wake up to a place
That is not of this dimension
Body bathed in liquid light
That relieves it of its tension

I am the witness of my thoughts
The awareness of my being
Creator of the reality
That I stopped myself from seeing

With wings of love I fly away
Into the sun that melts my fear
Knowing no matter where I go
Bliss will always be right here.
Pictured is the author, Natalie Baxter. 

Natalie Baxter: "Something about her eyes or voice has always suggested the hint of a free spirit, trapped in a Peck  & Peck cage, dreaming of making rude noises at public gatherings of Republicans." You may find more of Natalie's poetry on her facebook page here or connect with her via Tumblr. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


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