Soul Karma

When that NEED of love arises, you know it’s not yours;

When that FEELING of emptiness catches your attention, it’s not yours;

A karmic desire that ties a stone to your feet.

Oh, what we want and think we own;

So many wants we think we desire,

So little to realize in a baggage of stress;

Baggages disguised as Money.

We aim our vitality for money only to get stuffed into the duffel bag; and empties out the soul.

For the Soul Karma is the weight we thought we wanted….

The karmic choice that ties a stone to your feet.

(C) Jennifer Lee, The Voice of the Wounded Soul

Soul GPS

I want to let my desires become expressed..Yet here comes the labeling again.
Between sky and land, there’s a hidden realm .
Accusations and categorizations of what people believe I am, or where I belong..
Yet when they keep refusing to see the 3rd land, they’re stuck in the right and wrong.
There can be no progress in runarounds of polarity until the Perspective is transcended to the ethereal.
I remember now, I am of the Order of the Heart, and whatever lies between Core and Blackhole does not change my inner essence… My inner map.

Dropped Baggage

Rising to the clouds make me forget the purpose of my feet.

Too high and too neglecting of my parts… The origin where humbleness goes extinct.

The good life was never up there , so everyone thought.

Bend down closer to the bottom of death where everything dropped

All the lost talent covered in dust.

We were best friends thrown away from your fear of being hindered.. 

Irony of your judgement to protect..

Your protection that became the wall that sabotaged your own success.

Clean me up.. I’m still part of you.

Unchangeable

Visions of my ancestors have tried to pull be back.

They try to talk to me into living their methods.. the ones that are bringing their extinction.

They live close together colored in poverty and sludge.

They have no ears for renovation or evolution.. and no desire to be helped.

Only knowing of parasitic strategies, aggression, and control.

Like a long stick with an over-sized head; they brood over their righteousness..

They spiral slowly into the black hole, arguing.. and arguing…. yet no one is listening.

(c) Jennifer Lee, The Voice Of The Wounded Soul
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For No Reason..

The truth of my being
I look in the mirror,
Who am I?

I thought I was happy
I thought I was innocent

Yet those are thoughts…

I am not my thoughts..
I am the person behind the thoughts.

Outward reality is benevolent
Yet my vision sees the inner conflict.

There are days when my outer and inner world don’t get along.
There’s no reason for any turmoil
It just happens.. For me.

One ear left.
One ear is right..

Who should listen to dogs fight?

The mother that doesn’t trust her daughter.
The daughter with a cheap father.
The father that wanted a son.

In a land of fertile soil,
In the reflection of this benevolent reality,
(All my problems are only of thoughts)

Shall I plant the new generation and reflect..?
.. I’ve been granted the power to create a new world
The ruins of my inner world crumble from the silence of…  my thoughts.

Your mind has gone through speculation with a thousand images;
Yet there is no need for luggage when your body has not traveled to anywhere…

(C) Jennifer Lee, The Voice Of The Wounded Soul
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