This poem was written for Sacred Lovers and Twin Flames...
This poem was written for Sacred Lovers and Twin Flames
--- these relationships that come into our lives as spiritual tools shaking us
to our core and making us see the entire truth of ourselves. As Twin Flames come in our lives to teach us who we
are, how to build strength on our own and become our most beautiful, empowered
and unique version, they never play the role of rescuers or savers on our path
--- but a bright and warm light, candle waiting close to the mountaintop of the
adventure of self-discovery and individual rising.
This journey can be difficult to walk, and Twin Souls
often experience back and forth feelings towards their counterparts.
As the flames of sacred love develop and the journey
unfolds, they sometimes wonder what they truly want. If they’d prefer to have
their counterpart in their life or not, if they’d truly like to see them again
or not, if the magic is forever vanished or if the hours, days and months of
separation were no more than an organized play of love — before they come
together again.
This poem that I wrote a couple years ago, highlights
this uncertainty and wavy way that Sacred Love only shows.
Dear Kindred Soul
by Sophie Gregoire
At
heart I am pretty sure,
I
will never get the chance to tell you any of this.
Neither
the chemistry,
I
felt on every part of my skin.
The
warming shivers,
that
shake my pink and spring waiting heart,
when
we first met.
Nor
how you made me feel
spreading
your twirling light and wild fire,
deep
down, body and heart.
Neither
the roads you opened,
standing
on your sweet boldness.
Nor
the energy you gave,
handing
over strength
and
dreams and leaping potentials.
Your
laughing world of thoughts,
to
me.
I
am almost certain you’ll probably never know
to
what extent, and for how long
our
shimmering recollections
have
hoisted on my cheeks,
such
a festive smile.
Was
it days, months
or
maybe years?
I
can’t even recall
when
it, when we started,
you
see.
Time
is a treacherous joker.
Isn’t
it misrepresenting our reality?
Placing
kindred souls
so
far away on its merciless calendars
while
the mind still recalls,
draws
the thread of the past
weaves
extensions from it,
a
while, such a long while after,
time
speaks.
Evidently
the
heart still jolts,
the
soul still dances
its
most rousing summer melodies,
when
you come around for an imaginary wander.
Even
if I know I may see you again in the tangible world
Deep
down, I doubt it.
You
shall remember,
we
had been placed
on
that same road by the hands of destiny
by
our friends the loving stars,
and
I don’t know
if
they would play their divine trick,
on
us, once again.
Even
if I bump
into
your light-green gaze
I
do know
I
will never see “you” again.
Of
course I could catch a glimpse of you,
as
a shape or an outline
walking
down a well-known street.
But
I get the feeling,
and
it is killing my entire gentle and childish heart,
my
sensitive skin
its
warm recollections of your own contours
I
will not reach the former you,
your
well-known reflection.
If
it is meant to be like this,
I’d
rather not see you again.
No,
I prefer to remember
our
yesteryear soul connections,
Your
hands in mine
as
ribbons to my heart,
our
sacred vestiges of an old past
Our
beautifully buried recollections.
All
of these still live,
inside
my velvet secret box.
Defying
time,
its
cold and claimed reality.
In
that jewelry case of my heart,
you
have been put in line
or
shall I say on top,
among
all the kindred spirits of all times.
You
simply dazzle,
the
center of the whole limelight
as
shiny as our rainbow moments,
brilliant
as your words
their
waving echo,
a
sweet ballet dancing of my mind.
I
prefer keeping you there
not
to fade our past,
with
a less lovely novelty.
I
don’t need the new you.
He
must be altered by time,
by
the mysteries life put on his road,
Its
whispered follies.
Anyways,
maybe
we will meet again
unannounced.
Admittedly
that’s true
It
wouldn’t be you, me, us anymore,
life
doesn’t preserve.
It
moves, shapes, destroys
and
rebuilds its garden.
But,
who knows?
There’s
a chance our beings
could
get on well,
Some
kind of us could be reborn
if
you bring an incredible magic wand.
Maybe
our former magnet
would
inexorably gather us again.
Your
smoldering looks,
would
still remember
how
to fondle my body and soul.
You
would undress my heart,
your
expert touch.
You
would read
behind
my impish and smiley eyes
and
this wavy hair you loved that much,
messed
by the same sun
the
same wind,
these
genuine thoughts of mine.
And I can feel now,
writing
these unexpected lines
of
eager words,
I
would be happy if we met again.
To
catch your words,
spruce
and arabesque music.
Feel
your rainbow skin,
receive
the enveloping smiles
elsewhere
than in daydreams.
Where
are you hiding?
That
space between
the
strength of the past
and
the promise of the future?
I
will meet you there.
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| Photography by Eric Segarra |
Sophie Gregoire is often found contemplating an idea or how to explain a new concept, with a notebook and pencil in hand. She is an independent soul who loves to ponder over our world and humankind. She loves writing to transform her endless thoughts into some kind of reality and traveling both faraway and deep within her heart and mind. Sophie savors coffee, encounters, yoga and meditation, with her cat as her greatest muse. Connect with Sophie on Facebook or more about Sophie here.
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