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ARE WE ALIVE OR IS IT THE BREEZE THAT BREATHES THROUGH WE.

ARE WE ALIVE OR IS IT THE BREEZE THAT BREATHES THROUGH WE.

Does it bare life.
Does it stand strong.
Does the wind fling it around.
Singing the winds song.
Is it dead, stood still.
Rigid.
Rigamortis.
Yet the air breathes through its vessel.
Perceiving life’s liveliest wishes.
An instrument with no player.
A silent sound – minus the mute.
A foot of the climber adorned with no boot.
A dragon – no wings.
How does one fly?
The day – no night.
A lid – minus eye.
The arc minus rainbow.
Hologram in a bin.
Cherry pie in the sky.
The portal within.

Poetry Bec Hart.

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WAITING FOR GOD.

I used to feel like people tore me apart.
Threw me about.
Got what they wanted and left.
I used to feel like no matter what I did,
I didn’t matter.
Regardless of boundaries.
No boundaries.
Change.
Love.
Open heart.
Closed heart.
How great or poor I was;
Financially.
Successfully.
Aesthetically.
As a friend.
A lover.
A partner.
A foe.
Nothing worked.
No thing moved.
Defined.
Objectified.
Denied.
Abandoned.
Unloved.
I realised it was I.
I that did all those things.
To myself.
Holding on to hot coal.
Waiting for it to turn to water.

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AWAKEN FROM THE DREAM.

THE DREAM.

AWAKEN FROM THE DREAM.
THOUGHTS THAT TORTURE.
SEEM.
LIKE LIFE IN A MOVIE SCENE.

BATTLES FAR ASHORE.
PUNISHMENT NO MORE.
CAST AWAY THE SINS.
RELEASE THE PRISON WITHIN.

BREAK DOWN THESE ANGRY WALLS.
BITTERNESS ATTACKS, AS WE PLAY SMALL.
AWAKEN US FROM THIS NIGHTMARE.

TAKE US FREE, IN TO FLIGHT.
THREE FOLD FLAME.
FREE US FROM THE WHEEL OF KARMA.
LET US FEEL AS ANGELS.

OF THAT, WE ARE.
STARS OF HEAVEN.
COSMIC.
DELIGHT.

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BEFRIENDING THE ENEMY.

How 24 hours can shift your reality.

Yesterday wasn’t an ordinary day as mentioned in my last blog, I felt like I had gone backwards, way back in time. Way back in time with a totally different perspective yet there were many realisations, many! It wasn’t a very nice place I went to admittedly.

The call for balance in my life was most definitely the most profound realisation, as I realise that I’ve somehow managed to become too focused on within and really would like to be outdoors more and socialising.

Fear was still playing it’s sad song in the background of my life preventing me from coming forward with my gifts, using the same old excuse of, “I don’t know how or nobody needs me, haven’t got a purpose.” Screams of coming last in everything as a child. Although last place/backwards is the best place to be as you get to see everything in full colour and surround sound.

I’d love to know if anyone else does this form of self sabotage to avoid shining in the spotlight (which may never even happen).

Today totally different mindset, I actually received a message off a friend who could truly see me. The power in someone acknowledging you is profound, you feel less alone with it somehow. What impact that has is something I could never ever explain. Just like how I somehow manage to travel around in time, maybe one day I will know more about this but it’s something I’ve done since I was really young. I remember certain events that happened say at 15 then I found out it occurred 10 years later but this was an event for me to remember as it was a guide for what I would be doing later in life.

This has happened to with artwork only for them to come true in my life at a later date or even uncovering past events and the connection between all.

My life feels unusual at times, I feel unusual at times. I’m not sure if it’s because I am or this is happening with lots of people and we don’t speak out because of fear.

I’m here speaking out, I’m not hiding anymore. I love all of me, even in the darkness and strangeness of reality – if there is such a thing.

Heart still a little tender today but I’m breathing and that is truly the basis of life.

I am alive.

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MUST BE “CRAZY.”

Really struggling with this thing called life.
I feel there are so many expectations of,
Who we are.
Who we need to be.
What we need to do.
I feel I can’t breathe for being taught how to live.

How about just living and dropping the mask.
The judgements.
Teachings.
Psychoanalysis.
The myth of how life needs to be.
The paradox of “authenticity.”

How about you meet me face to face.
Eye to eye.
Foot to foot.
Yes we have a body.
Yes we too are the universe.

Sacred.
Unsecured.
Holy.
Unholy.
Who knows.
Everyone has a different perspective.

How about we ditch the jobs.
Titles.
Accolades.
Labels.
Wake up to the fact we pay to live.
To live on an earth that earth owns.
Work to pay.
Pay to work.
Pay to eat.
Eat to live.
Live to pay.
Round and round.
An un merry.
Let’s not go round.

I could meditate.
Be in the stillness.
Detach.
Dissociate from the game.
Is that not just the same as drowning in it though.

Polarity.
Duality.
Funny thing isn’t it.
Yet not.

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DANGER, I WAS THE STRANGER – RED.

DANGER, I WAS THE STRANGER – RED.

They say danger is a stranger.
Yet I’m the one I lost.
Nothing stranger than the danger.
Of who you thought you was.
Leaping, pulling.
Dissecting from the one.
A million scattered shards.
An angel minus blood.
They say passion is a fashion.
I see passion get lost in lust.
The colour RED.
LOVE lost.
Heart bled.
Lover turned to dust.

Art, video and lyrics – Bec Hart.

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A PERFECT FLAW.

In accepting all of you, the parts you once disowned or the habits you once judged. In drenching them with love and awareness. In looking at weaknesses as gateways to inner power, portals to greater self respect you see this deeper love for others too. You feel this depth, this inner knowing that everything like clockwork, cogs, wheels, cycles are assisting you in breaking those cycles and gaining deeper insight, deeper respect over your body in the dark and light, sleep and waking. Knowing that everything that presents itself is an opportunity for you to become all of you. In power, purity, sovereignty and light. Forgiving ourselves for that which we could not know, deepening our faith in the universe for things sent to break us, break all that we are not, for all that we are not we draw experiences in to show us non resonance. I reflect upon recent experiences and I state, thank you for the opportunity to grow, to evolve, to love deeper, to fully reclaim my body, purity, sexuality and delve deeper into self and faith. I release all of you now with gratitude, fly free butterfly, In learning we can choose to touch the stars for Mars doesn’t taste so sweet. Love eternal, sovereignty in knowing that I am all I am, only I can fulfil all of me, by being all of me. The one I sought was I, here all along in all of the depth and playfulness one could ever need. Alone yet not lonely and never truly alone either. Life a paradox and liberation can first take a twist, a revelation that could consume your power yet only if you choose, you always choose. Love or fear….always a choice.