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Bi-Son – Tri- Son – Two suns to 3.

There was a Bison.
Who held a tri-sun.
He faced the palm of I, sun.
Against the moon of wisdom.
Would he lie son.
Upon the nigh sun.
Oh I don’t know son.
Yet the TIME is here.
There was this space son.
Upon a face sun.
Yet you would know son.
Thine is the ONE.

Poetry, art, channeled video – Bec Hart.

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THE TIDE, THE TURN.

The wind it moves.
A sacred dance.
A loose structure.
Pure cleansing.
Trance.
The wind holds eyes.
In ancient skies.
Orange – red.
A holy bed.
A resting wake.
A longing tooth.
From foot to eye.
From brick to roof.
Up.
On.
Ancient winds.
The tide shall turn.
Some will win.
Some shall learn.
In both a winner.
No loser.
Insight.
The Earth.
The wind.
Blows wolf.
Away.
Angelic might.
Prophetic.
Delight.

Poetry, video, content – Bec Hart.

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UNCONDITIONAL…….

You stepped forth.
I hadn’t heard from you for a while.
My love didn’t die any in that time.
I knew deep down.
There was something unsaid, unheard.
Most definitely felt.

The circles, the patterns.
The pain, the peace.
I heard from you again.
No thing had changed for me.
You spoke.
I appreciated your deep honesty.
It must have been difficult.

I heard from you again.
You released me.
Thank you.
Beyond grateful.
Lost in space and time I was.
Lost.

Fly free my love.
Never far away.
One thought away.
Always here.
Just in another form.
Fly free Dear one.
My love shall never cease to be.
I wish you well.
My love.
My lessons.
Unconditional.
Freed.

Bec Hart.

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IS IT TIME….

Will there ever be a time where we can just be ourselves and that be enough.
Where all needs are provided for without having to give into systems, structures, cages, restrictions, doing “me” rather than being.
I can’t give into it, this way of work. I’m not a funnel, robotic device that wants to commit my all to serving humanity at the expense of myself.
Service yes! With flow, passion, creativity, a guiding light, no plan yet a purpose provided in each now, each heartbeat, each breath.
My love.
Birthing creativity with imperfection, life force, passion, playfulness.
I yearn the freedom of fire, the dance of the air, the flow of water, the wildness of spirit, the stability of Earth, the sensitivity and strength of the trees and the wealth of metals.
Are my desires too much, too out there, too vast.
Universe where are you as I speak I hear you, why is it you don’t hear me.
Invisible, unseen in a world yet I am true to myself, why is this God.
It feels that way anyway.
Lately I’ve felt alone, all I desired fell through once again.
Relentless.
Painful.
Disheartening.
I’m left with not really much outside of myself, it would seem this way by sight.
All I do witness and have around me I deeply appreciate.
I know there’s no permanence.
I know that I truly am love.
I am myself.
I haven’t left myself in all this chaos.
I’m here.
Breathing, beating, still, moving.
If I have anything I have myself.
That can never be taken away.
I’m still here.
Alive.
A sign.
A sign of life.

Art & Musings – Bec Hart.

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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.

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INVISIBLE.

INVISIBLE.

All I have is this moment,
this moment right here.
This moment in which I belong.
I have no answers.
I need no answers.
Point zero.
The colour green.

I heard something earlier.
My body triggered grief.
I took a step out of the moment.
I made conclusions.
My mind raced with evidence to back it up.
I captured breath.
I anchored the moment.
A powerful release.
No judgement.
Pure acceptance.
Free flow.

An interesting revelation.
I know no more.
I know no less.
I need not know.
No judgement.
Pure stillness.
I am in, this moment.
Present in this moment.
This vast space.
Point zero.
Colour green.
In this moment.
I AM.

SILENT SOUND HEALING. https://youtu.be/7F2UjoSvWlc

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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.