A paradigm shift

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When the clouds covered the sun,

we thought that all the fun was gone,

as the day took a turn,

the illusions that had become,

patterns in the blurry light to hide reality dissolved so that we are one,

with the shadow from which we once did run,

masses of birds seem to have been unleashed,

towards the ocean they flew, from their cages they were released,

varying degrees of these creatures were seen.

the deceased, aspects and old ideas that cease,

to find their place in a world of greed,

where we are constantly deceived,

where so many do not achieve,

unless we are compelled to leave,

every limited belief,

move into a place where we can breathe,

fully without having to grieve

for these ideas that were merely conceived,

still just a seed,

not crystallised into form,

weathered by these storms,

as subconsciously we absorb,

the rain that is now starting to pour.

the opening of new doors,

washing away of old paradigms that serve us no more.

Faatima

 

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One thought on “A paradigm shift”

  1. I had to reopen my word press just so I can message you. The prophets daughter I’m working on a piece right now may I include you in the writing , we maybe do a collaboration effort…. Like what if Fatima and Allahs work on earth were reunited ,,,, or the prophet and his youngest daughter , or Solomon and the queen of KUSH , what would it be like? all different and yet all the same… lets write that together. I started as a message to you and thought wait this is bigger than a little charming message.

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