Angels, open my eyes to your norm. Watch me pirouette with joy as mischievously, I crush away negativity with bright, sparkling charm.
Allow me to clear my clouded mind, intentions wrought, systemic intent there to find, underscored, rightfully learning, warmth, embraces, until the waking morning.
I pass aside complaints, they no longer serve me, convoluted, they are unnecessary, they shan’t fuel like a disease for me,
for then, I can say that I have danced, an angel in my arms, decisively, decidedly so, the beings assist me to cast goodness up, away like flung seeds which will magically morph into hidden food sources underneath, quietly homegrown.
In the darkness, they will flourish, they were cautiously then confidently thrown, reaping the beneficial nature of stardust angels have imparted,
beautiful, I know,
of their blessings, their benefits, beseech the angels I do, I will entreat myself to the celestial beings before me, softly speaking, they’ve addressed my need intuitively, divine nature so pure, comfort swims before my eyes, a rich splash of electrifying blue.
In alignment with understanding, alignment with fresh truths, no stale visions or ideas, no biting coldness, there is only Winter’s artificial warmth, flowing and growing, hearts drift and imbue.
The source of ideas shows presence, an historical strength of mind and character, bitter interior rooms need no envisioning, intention, brightness, shining through the murk so soon.
Focusing on firm understandings and even when on shaky ground, to be open and available at every moment surely cannot permit eternal growth.
Learning from a situation, protective harmony, dissertation, expanding awareness while being conscious of reality, it’s truly important for intentions to be set and to be seen.
Being aware of what can be dedicated to, who, what, where, why, being aware of how moods work in dark then effervescent ways, supporting, being supported, then needing to breathe fresh air, a new space, extracted, self-instated to another place.
There is freedom residing in the atmosphere, rising higher and higher like wise, airy intentions, fly away, becoming more, there is less drag upon the wind, Life has proven there’s so much to align with, so much there is in store.
Sustaining the high energy of the beautiful vitality within thy soul, watch as it trickles through the gaps visible in the aura that surrounds you whole.
You are wonderful just the way you are, the courteous, gentle being who sings slightly off-key, it is permissible to be less than perfect, because this is what I have to say freely:
Imperfection is beauty, as a wise woman once had said, your perfection lies in the moments when your heart is beating – that’s always…
You easily keep promises to yourself, honouring what you call for, what you beg for with a smile, more, and more, and more…
The grimaces are gone, they are done for, done for, that’s what I have to say, and treasured is everything, partially, of what I know, expressions of true friendship, always.
It seems that specific people will always be there for me, it appears that they aren’t the ones who we expected them to be, but I treasure the new alliances made, I am safe to be safe, as are you.
It is safe for us to live in these bodies, it is acceptable and right to express ourselves, we should appreciate our splendid uniqueness, and when the flight of our souls occurs, we shall grasp our lives again whole.
A name rolled off the tongue, started with a stammer, ended with an “A”, I was not upset, I would not be swayed, I was not irritated, I would not be saddened, I would not allow myself to feel hurt or even burdened or betrayed.
A slip of the tongue, shall we look this up? Perhaps a spiritual name, underlying of sorts.
And then we found it, beautiful description, suited to a T, was this the Universe’s way of highlighting its secret name for me?
As I read on, I smiled, it described me in ways that fit, although there was some advice I didn’t agree with, I wouldn’t allow my heart to dip –
I remember at a time wondering what or even if I had a soul name for me, or whether it was what I was named by my loved ones, Miss Lauren M, the assigned name for me.
Have I now discovered my spiritual name? Perhaps, perhaps I have not, but the process was lovely all the same, and I liked reading those kindly written words, and for the one who rolled off the name from his tongue, his real name is meant to remain, maybe the same is to be spoken for my chosen, given name.
Maybe there’s no need to search for something else when there’s no need to replace.
I will detail a peculiar incident that I once experienced. One might attribute it to tiredness, others to something more intriguing and perhaps with some elements that could be further looked into upon then, and future nights.
As I rest upon the couch, I close my eyes and strangely experience this golden sensation of euphoria. It is like white lace woven with golden, glistening lace, and around my forehead I feel this certain aura. It’s odd, this sensation, it is one like a state of bliss, it is encompassing my upper face now and throbbing almost from within. Suddenly, something mischievous and perhaps malicious passes through me and then I am wearing this slightly deranged grin upon my face. It’s as though a spirit has overtaken me for the moment, and now gone is the white and golden lace. I remark to my friend close by that to me, its colour is that of deep purple and black; he humours me, I suspect, but he wants to leave this spiritual talk at that.
“Are you returning to when you wanted to see ghosts again?” he asks. I don’t know what he’s talking about, I can’t remember those times at all, they must have long passed. I scoff at him, tell him I’m not looking for ghosts, but was there something here, that passed by, I wondered, aloud?
Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose 
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