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BE COMING by Kai Coggin

We are all on a Journey to reach our Highest Self…

This is the Self that knows and sees all things, the Self that is Holy among the Holy, the Self that originates from the Central Sun, the Self that is inside us all.  

This poem is about seeing the journey for what it is, letting go of attachment, and calling out to the others that I see on my path who are speaking from their Souls. We must recognize our joined Spirits striving towards the goal of being truly free. 

Be Coming 

Hold all my aching and growing,
make your body a vessel
for everything I have to fill you,
it may not be much
but it might just be everything.

I have heard the soul is shaped like a bowl
a reversed dome of the Heavens,
we are golden receptors of beauty,
magnets that pull stars into our lowest points 
until they build towers of light
from our sternums.

Rise and fall chest,
metronomic movement of body
keeping time for the sages,
inside me a heart breathing
sound of lullabies for sleeping angels,
Great Servers
who wear gravity like a badge of honor,
like a gown of trees rooted in earth,

wake up, my friends,
hold my hand through this;
I think I know the way,
otherwise, my true north tongue
will hasten into Mercury-mouthed
stutters of half truths
and I will taste the metal compass spin,
follow my fallen sparred-off feathers
to the gates of your own becoming,
Be coming,
Be going back to that body of light
that birthed you like a sun into space,
the plasma of dreams,
the expectancy of orbits,
the nomenclature of God, who has a thousand names

All of them being You.
All of them being Me. 

Kai Coggin is a full-time poet and freelance writer born in Bangkok, Thailand, raised in Southwest Houston, and currently a blip in the 3 million acre Ouachita National Forest in Hot Springs, AR. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in Poetry and Creative Writing from Texas A&M University, and an honorary degree from the school of Hard Knocks. Kai has been published on Elephant JournalCliteratureThe Manila Envelope, Synonyms for Empathy, Catching Calliope and has an article on its way to publication in TIME Magazine.  She released her first chapbook, In Other Words, in August 2013, and is seeking publication of her first full-length manuscript, PERISCOPE HEART. Kai knows that words hold the potential to create monumental and global change, and she uses her words like a sword of Beauty.  She can be found most Wednesdays at a local venue, reading her poems into an open mic, hoping the wind carries her words out to the world. Find her on Facebook here, or support her project here. 

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  1. Thank you for this beautiful place to hold my poem. <3 ~ Kai


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