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The Soul feeds on poetry...

Poetry naturally opens the door of the Soul to flood in. It’s the language towards which the rational guard of mind has no defenses. The Soul is our inherent wholeness underneath the mind chatter. Prose won’t quite get you there. You need a vehicle that is able to flow deeper. 

The words of poetry, like music or dance, can carry us to the land of the sacred Soul. And that is why Soulspeak: A Map for the Journey Home through Exie, my forthcoming collection of poems is the exact tool that will take you in, and guide you through that mystical realm.

Following our own truth isn’t something that can be taught. It’s only on hearing the sound of the Soul song of another, that will remind us of our own voice that is here to guide us. This is why I let my Soul speak.

PILGRIM – What Would God Do?
by Romana Anna Nova

You may come and cry out – the God would never do that! Yeh? Watch and learn!

It is the great pilgrimage of the journeying through exile in the costume of one who thinks he is not, and his greatest victory to find himself again when he'd wandered off thus far out into the land of beyond recognition.

What a magnificent reunion, when he embraceth himself as One again...

What greater miracle and purpose of a mission to recognize oneself as God when lost beyond founding. To have killed, to have raped, to have died of hunger, to have been so miserable and then finally taking the mask off and seeing 'wow, even this is God'; and seeing that all of what happened, without exception, in the big scheme of things, was beautiful.

Forever I've been exiled in the desert. I've been banished from my home. Forever lasted my initiation, when I was finally allowed to turn around and face myself, to head home. Finally released. Finally seeing fully, veils dropped, that I have always been here, where I am meant to be.

(To hear the author recite her poem, click here

Romana Anna Nova: Romana Anna Nova has been through an intense process of dissolving attachements to personalities over the past years, and finding out what she really is. Who she is, is hard to tell at the moment. Best if you make your own opinion by reading what's coming through her.  Connect with her via her website here or via Facebook here. 

~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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