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 Journal, Cliterature, The 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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