Writings / Poetry: Flower Rae Shearer

Inside This Thunder

Til’ death do You part,
Tell me, how can we part from ourselves.
Inside or outside of death,
continually, we are.
An old idea dies, new
life begins.
Dying has it’s place
within this circle.
Don’t replace old lies

with new ones.
Inside the emptiness…
is
where You are.

Impossibilities unfold
before my eyes.
Toes in the green grass,
clouds hold me softly,
This world giggles
out loud.
Like the moment I met You,
I loved You right then and there.
While the music played,

my eyes received the sight of You.
I looked uP and kissed God
right on the lips.

I am submerged inside
this golden ocean
where
everything is life,
my eyes received the sight of You,
that first instant,
I saw eternity and she was smiling
as the death of me commenced.
Cleansing,
wash, wash away
these, those, your, my, moving, moving
ideas
of me, of You, of this, and that, moving, moving,
it’s all here in

this disappearing.

Receded
without a reason,
inexplicably.
Lightning crashes,
silent,
and then the sound.
Inside this thunder,
this space, this nowhere,
I exist and still
I stretch uPward.
The heart,

it never needs a reason.

Reseeded
beneath down richness roots
Blossom
above us open bloom.
Said, or unsaid,

just to see You, be seen by You,
I unfurl and burst open
under this burning sun
I am your flower.
Like a possibility,
I don’t know impossible!!
So, what do I do?
I grow,
Right here where I am..

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