A New Poem

I wrote this poem after a deep meditational exersize. Let me know what you guys think! Blessed Be!

All That I Am

Everything I am and do, are by majority, wildly mis-understood. There are far and few among us that can see the beauty of my work. I am a healer, a speaker, a helper in the most spiritually divine way. I am also twice born. On a late Friday night I was dead and from that death I rose a walker between worlds. I see what is unseen. I hear what most do not. I understand more than I have ever dreamed I would be able to. These are my gifts. Through my covenry, I seek to share my studies, my practices. To let my gifts be known among men and beyond the veil that death welcomes. I should not be feared even though my power is great. I should not be made to hide within today’s society because of my beliefs and practices. I am only a spirit held in a shell whom everyone recognizes as mere mortal without taking a care to realize all that being of mortal life retains. I am not divine, my work is. My intent is bright and pure, without malice. I should not be worshiped or anything of the like. Those acts belong to the gods and the goddesses’ and to them alone. Like the witch's invocation, I am everything and I am nothing. Yet you may always find me among the stars. Through my work I have found, I can raise my spirit so far beyond anything that I have ever hoped. There, within the ethereal and astral plains of spirit and self I find the answers I seek are just beyond my grasp if only given the chance, I would share with all those who have the ear to truly listen. The greatness of the mysteries, the life and the death of hope. Never should be told the mysteries of life and death, of spirit or soul. Only should a soul be non-retract to its lively tomb to feel if only a moment the bliss that is life. The bliss that is death. Not to bring a greater understanding to the earthly mind, but true joy to the soul.