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Fragmented

Fragmented

Life awaken that I may taste, the birth of origination upon my face.
Internal yearning in hibernation, breathe life within this space.
Out of touch, identification breeds the choice I make, realisation of this notion braids my fate.
Recognition to detach from all that is not me, stripping back all the labels that I wore unknowingly.
Breathe in grace, embark with brave, drift with the dark shadows of my space.

Life awaken that we may take this ride in sync, synchronicity harmony one with everything.
Linger with the landslides shielded within doubt, a vast galaxy of unmeasurable sound.
Sit in presence with the walls that guarded my life throughout, give the needed attention to validate.
Swim so deep to hidden caves where mysteries abound, take the time I need to look around.
Appeared to me a mirror that displayed transparency, revealing all angles of my own personality.
Understood now how it is I came to be, stumbled on the building blocks that are defining me.
Intelligently perceived that I was in fact born whole but sensed to hide parts of me that did not fit the mould.

Life awaken that I may relish, bathe, adore, a playground that shakes all the fragmented aspects of my core.
Personality just a splinter a suit that I wear, yet beneath the skin I am exposed naked and bare.
Words and faith are empty without dissection to explore, analysing the layers is freedom for all.
Looking upward has deluded me from seeing what is in, living this illusion disconnected from within.
Searing from a hidden knowing a powerful vibration, energy rising illuminating vindication.
Accelerated colours interlace my spine, floating, mesmerised, free of time.

Life awaken cascading, enticing my being, rain trickles inside my skin refreshing and freeing.
I am the lifeblood of I, the watcher of this time, the bridge that bonds, on this psychedelic ride.
Scratched deep to meet my pulse to find what remains, lies open wide, detangled from the pain.
A trip that blew the mind heightened a new dimension, I liberated to ascension.
Piercing sensations oscillate through my brain, animation in form, no longer contained.
Breath of fire conscious of all I behold, cradling the jewel authenticity of old.

Life awaken I am free, ocean waves cleanse deep, cloaked in love tears flow free.
Humbling ecstatic the cycle interlacing, past present future is of the time travellers making.
Impressions I sight are bore of imagination, materialising my own manifestation.
Sophistication intense, the taste of splendour, immersed in wisdom magnificent grandeur.
The here the now life unbound, intelligence weaves my own playground.
Tantalising senses to explore, while I recall why I came here at all.
The memory I lost was part of my plan, evolve through my ego and live in awareness of I am.

 

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Bernie Martin

Oh boy reading this brings to mind a favourite group (I hate the word band - sorry) of mine. The Mahavishnu Orchestra with Carlos Santana. They could have put this to music for sure. "Energy rising, illuminating vindication" is great. But for me the line that does it is "I am the lifeblood of I, the watcher of this time, the bridge that bonds, on this psychedelic ride." Wonderful. I love it. 
I also like the presentation of your poem in rhyming couplets. It suits your subject. "Live in awareness of I am" is a great ending. 

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