Magnificently Placid. Adaya Marcel.

Magnificently Placid.

Adaya Marcel.

Magnificently placid, I stand in the doorway.  

This one leads to death, but not the typical death;

the golden falcon death. 

The beautiful death where you are fully alive 

and completely receptive.  

The beautiful death that causes you to exist in gratitude; 

nothing lost in a day spent.

I was crammed with misery;

I was so full that there was no room for joy. 

I was living in hate for all those who should have loved me, 

but would not see my shine. 

I had no space for all the gifts

that the Goddess called me in to bear,

I am the gift bearer, but I was full of grief

and could not do my job.

It was easy for me to die,

I would kill my body. 

I would kill my body. 

But now I kill my pain;

like one dispossessed from sickness. 

Magnified by powers of ten, 

perhaps because of my intimate knowledge of death,

I now metamorphose into such a place

of graceful respect of the sanctity 

of this incarnation that I chose.  

I came to become the light.  

Regardless of the strength of the darkness 

I remained the light and vibration and motion

and I know now that I chose this hardness

to become softness.  

I created the death, 

so to cherish the life.  

I am the manifestations of my own choices,

so to honor my power

and exist within this kiss of Isis.

Dust-Devils Of Time. Adaya Marcel.

Dust-Devils of Time.

Adaya Marcel.

My legs, frozen in the quagmire of indecision,

tread deeply in confusion and transfusion;

knee-deep in a propensity to sleep,

I am a freak of time.

I alight with the moon

retire with the monsoon;

I am infested with "too soons" 

and their residual doom.

Who is this creature,

what is her nature and

departure time from mystery's station?

That she cannot feel the walls of infinity

shows She is no longer rational,

but is perhaps delusionally free.

How can she see her way clear to clarity

if her eyes are turned towards

the corner of the universe?

Who will be her nurse?

Who can quench her thirst

and propel an ocean of understanding

to quell her despising the lack of bonding

between all Earthlings

when she gallops away on her hearse?

Who will be her nurse?

Who else, but the inverted universe

cradling a heart born in reverse;

the bells of humanity are sounding with a typical peal,

the nurse, the goddess, the fire, the water, the seal

of compassion are as real as a dust devil in the desert.

Dust-devils of time

 will peel your skin off if you stand too near,

but what is it.....is it really there;

is it the stuff picked up, or is it just the wind?

Yes the light of Truth dispels

all raging thirst, at first, and then 

quiets the squealing child;

the corner of the Universe can

precociously thrill the hungry mind

and give a heart permission

to be a violet wildflower.