
I am the winged one who chose to fall
Deep inside a womb of crystalline dreams so ancient that I called it home.
Within that haven of viscous veils, shining illusions and whispering truths
I felt the growing pains of my goldening wings’ remembrance.
Stiff and dry, I watered their craquelure like wilting flowers
With the taste of the sweet smile of my sweat.
The balm of my crusting tears
Thinned the veil that shielded my eyes
With every color
With everything
But the truth.
I finally saw that I could never climb out of the darkness.
I was plighting a lifetime to rock climb a waterfall.
So, I let go
Of everything
Even the truth.
And the struggle vanished with the veil
And through me shined a variegated Light
And the harmonic fractals of color
Who sang of nothing but the ineffable dance of ecstasy
Crowned me into the Purity of Love
And showed me how to fly…
Now forever I am
An Ancient Awakener;
The Father of Love Seeds
Planted upon this Earth
Long before its Creation.
I am the Mother of the Old Souls
Incarnating first
Into Realms most void of Light.
Salivating for the opportunity
To learn to love most ferociously.
And when we dared to live enough lives
To find a kinship with Death
We traded an ocean of tears
Like celestial currency
To learn to Love it All
All over again.
About the Creator
Vaughn Bergen
Vaughn Bergen, a Sarah Lawrence graduate, honors words as spells. His passion is to share the true history of humanity through storytelling. He is the grandson of Simon Perchik, the most widely published unknown poet in America.


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