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Was it She that brought You forth, to I?;

had She cast forth to You

upon Her ever-flowing Tides

my Longings of Heart,

ages and ages of need and want

spilled forth into her fathomless depths

as I, made naked my Soul desires

entrusting unto Her the containment

of these precious-unto-me Things

when the vastness of their totality

became far too great

to be held solely

within the Earthen forms

of my many mortal Be-ings.

Did it find You?;

as You drifted upon the Sea

the whispered request

for Your Presence before I

encapsulated within translucent bubble

an urging to You by She

by I

to swim further abroad

to where long I’ve awaited

Your return unto Me.

Or perhaps as I waded,

within Her endless shoals

age upon age merging

with the next, with the ‘fore

as an act of great benevolence

for I,

for You,

She pressed within a Pearl

my sincerest wish-filled Flows

and nestled the lustrous orb

‘neath many layers of sands

upon distant Ocean bed.

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I Claim this New Day,

for those Many upon Many

of which once it was denied.

Into the Rising Sun I shall move,

an acceptance of Grace

for us All.

No longer shall We hold to our sadness,

birthed of misbegotten belief

of Life brought short.

No Man’s Doings shall tether Us yet,

to The Great Waste and Chaos

once met upon Us by the actions

of the Innocent of Mind

sent forth by those Ignorant of Heart

to enact their ill biddings.

We shall defy their attempts to erase our Love

with that very Being Herself

resowing our Dresden Love

with reverence and Joy

in all of the multitudes of spaces and places

we now call Home.

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© Sharon Brodbeck Into The Mystic Prose & Photo Collaboration w/ A. Sahaj- 01.31.23

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~Dark Moon Reflection and Release

How do I want to be known?

Have I aborted all soon-to-be Ghosts of the Age that Fades that I might be a purer Vessel for a Truer Creation than the one that has forced us to our knees, literally and metaphoric? 

I returned to The House That Built Me and I have PRAYed with Kesha as the sorrows, rage and unRealized expectations of my lineage tore through me as I opened the door for Healing for I, and the many I’s before me, who once participated in the wounding of others, as well as ourselves, before we did see and understand a Truer Light. 

A Grace of Forgiveness bestowed upon me for my own shortcomings now confessed, a Whisper in my Heart urged, Let it Flow, Let it Flow; Let the everlasting Well of No Wrongs only Rights find it’s way to those whom I, and my lineage of I’s, held in accountability for once thought Wrongs.  

New Ways, New Means, I peeked!; it’s going to be ok, new terminology arrives to understand our Selves, and Others, in not only a kinder way, but a Sex-ier way too! X-citing (though likely not what you are thinking dear!) just wait, you’ll SEE, it’s Novel and beckoned back to meet us, from a “Forward” facing time; almost here almost here, our awaited Renaissance=far less Fear. 

Felt the Fear and was Bold anyway; dropped the last vestiges of that which has concealed ME, from You, and Me too! 

Am Defiant in My Truth, when first Naked I held my breath, awaiting the critique of my True Form displayed before You, before He, before I. And then I realized, it mattered not, for I AM, I AM! well yes of course! and approval is already Mine, I just needed to step up, claim it and Call it DONE!  

I AM enough. I am no longer in Love with another; I AM LOVE with an Other and the Last is nothing like the First and is the every Thing we ever held close to our Hearts, so close, we had forgotten it was still held there. 

Celebrate! A New Moon approaches, and wow, get ready for the Bold One’s, the Creatives!. whom are standing proudly and assuredly in their Nakedness of Truth and have heard the Call, we Gather with haste, no waste!; busy Bee’s too Big for any catching Jars we Are, and we are Hive, One, but no way are we fucking the same.

 We are BOLD in Our Colors and Flavors and we care not for the Approval of those whom would Judge us for our Courage to Stand, as we ARE, Naked in Defiance and oh-so-over-ready to Light a Fire of radical new understandings and definitions as we Re-Imagine our Collective Worlds. 

I know how I want to be known and all soon-to-be Ghosts have been blessed and ushered into Light and I have claimed full ownership of my dark, empowered womb. I choose what I Birth and the one’s with withering Seeds attempting to inseminate any of their old hat song and dance within me, and YOU, will find Kali Maa awaiting and she does not take names my friend. 

Love, always Love, Love Soft, Love Hard~ Rage in Your Love; it is Uncontainable it is the True Power!,

and the one’s that mistake their aggressions for power, yeah, we’re done with that. 

I Am Ready.

You? 

Sharon Brodbeck 1/20/23

Into The Mystic

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I AM Love

with an Other

having previously risen

to invitation upon

a Path of destination

one not of easy traverse.

Yet arrived

I one morning did

to find at Love’s Door

an Other I

whom too once had

risen to like invitation.

Acceptance by He

of I,

and I of He

alit a ferocious Fire

that laid to waste

last vestige of resistance

to surrendered acceptance

of a bestowing of Grace.

This Love,

that I AM

with an Other

is not a passive Love

though She be gentle

nor is She a forcible Love

but an ever-long

Invitation.

She speaks of

no confinements

nor definitions

nor denials

a Sonnet of Inclusion

flows from her Lips

and through

mine Heart.

This Love,

She tutors

is the Love without beginning

and without demise

to be shared Freely

in all Expressions

with any whom

rise to Invitation,

Evermore.

Sharon Brodbeck 01/19/23

Into The Mystic

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Denial and rejections of Love are but feeble attempts of self flagellation. The Presence of Love can no more be denied to the Soul than breath be denied to the lungs for both are life sustaining and necessary conditions. As such, both breath and Love are provided freely unto us by God.  If we should find ourselves without adequate measures of either we should bring to question why we are not allowing ourselves to partake in their vital sustenance.

Maybe it is with Love that we wait for something tangible to be seen to prove its existence unto us? During most conditions Love, as true also with breath, goes unseen and unappreciated by the naked eye. Yet during some conditions, such as the colder environments of our lives, breath is easily viewable streaming ever so fluidly and gently across our lips as if they were caressed by it. So too, is it not with Love?

Love is the warmth that envelops us and permeates our very Soul when we have ceased  our furies and battles and been stilled to find ourselves having become a frigid brittle shell for the lack of It. Deny us Love does not, as oft we have with It, for Love is not vengeful nor does it seek to elude or delude Its True Nature.

Love knows the Truth of what it Is and always seeks union with, Its Self, that which is ever residing in stillness deep within our human forms.

10/20/2022 11:08 AM~ Morning thoughts stirred by doing life Things

S. Brodbeck

Into the Mystic

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How do I bring myself Forth from this loneliness?

For the last of your Days

were surely the first of my Nights

yet still my Heart indwells possibility

that Providence shall grant us Union

with the Bestowing upon us

of a Reality fully formed

within the delicate sliver of Space

between rigid absolutes

that ‘ere now has confined us

to only mirrored Experience

of that which has been

the Other’s unmet World.

~ S. Brodbeck ©10.31.2022

Into The Mystic

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I smothered it;

I smothered it ‘ere full breath could be undertaken,

Re-animating a once lovely yet still-past, dead Thing.

Though saddened I was by the doing of it;

I have no regret of the act,

and decision for it, in itself.

The returning of the Thing to Rest,

‘ere accountability be demanded of me for its very Existence,

was the proper course to be undertaken .

One day future when glimpsing past,

it shall be known that the ending of the Thing

was the beginning of the Liberation

for Us each.

I wish it to be understood;

that my relinquishment unto Death,

of the very Thing that I desired so,

is offering of testament to a growth

bearing fully this humble recognition

that should the beloved Thing Become

once more Arisen

finding itself Reborn unto a new Day

it’s Promise to resurrected Life was gifted by a Power

far exceeding of mine alone.

Sharon Brodbeck 10.21.2022

Into the Mystic

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He denies me Beauty

Despising me for my Love of It

yet but a twisted whimper of wrath

is his claim upon a fame.

Should thou peer keenly

upon the wrinkle set over brow

what once was mistook

for mark of great thought

shall prove to be naught

but crevasse of envy

pressed ever more deeply

‘neath beguiled weight

of self-doubts.

Why then should I

invite upon mine own mind

the burdens of thee

whom would seek to shackle me

within fortress walls

bereft of Life?

For is it not true

that your denial of a Thing

can no more cease the existence

of that Thing

than it can prevent

my Love upon It?

I will not fret you further

in these matters and Ways

yet will choose to full Heartedly Embrace

all of my Greatest and Truest Loves

wasting not yet another moment

indeed many sunrises of moments

in a denial of That which is found

pleasurable unto Mine Very Soul

so that you might find a small

indeed dismally small comfort

through your banal denials

of Beauty and Love

so that one’s self

finds preservation within

a misery of righteous Wrongs.

© Sharon Brodbeck  10.15.2022

Into The Mystic

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Word Up on me Not with lingual love

Forget me Please if this is all that you offer;

to sleazy Seize that which you desire

yet noncommittal Be Thee still to the fires;

that Truest Love brings to aLight

attempt Ye’ Not to break it down for me

how you suffered by others and trusted not

for I am not they whom minced words and actions

truths loosed from my heart shared freely from honest tongue

an unmeasurable many times

to be met only by your backward facing ears

unable to meet me present;

for Past wrongs bethought of from others

held you closely and stroked One’s fragile ego

lest accountability take hold and require greater effort

to seize upon a new day

and enter Genuine relation with another

such as I

where one’s each and every action

is an Expression of Love

and not merely a pumped up word

dialogued strategically with guile

merely meant to excuse one of misaligned deeds;

and non-deeds; indeed!

Woe unto He that plays his hand as such

for lonely be the days and nights

that hence forth come from such self serving pantomimes

So again I say with kindness;

though you might doubt that to be true

Word Up on Me Not! and properly

Forget Me True!

for undoubtedly the best course Be

to walk separately our Rested Lives through.

Sharon Brodbeck 09.01.21

Into The Mystic

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