Category: Mystical

Dear past life lover

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I saw you and sensed it had to be you.
Your look quite different but your soul still imbues.

I long for the closeness I know we’ve shared.
We just met so I know you’re scared.

You don’t remember me but I’m not done
For I long for our bodies to be meshed as one.

If I hug you I’ll never stop
If I kiss you it’ll be over the top

I know in your body our memories lie dormant
I know in your heart also lies some remnant

Of us being a pair,
Of all the love we did share.

So please don’t walk away just yet.
We aren’t strangers although we just met.

So hug me, kiss me, then take me!
I want to awaken in you our memory.

Have you ever met someone and felt like you already knew them? Have you ever kissed someone for the first time yet it felt so familiar? Their loudness doesn’t bother you and neither does their silence. You are not with them yet you feel calm because their presence is felt wherever you go. It is a grand feeling indeed.  Has this ever happened to you?

Namaste
Guady G

Did I really write this in college?

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I want to go where the sun doesn’t shine.
I want to sleep the eternal sleep.
I want to be with you and the only way to be is in spirit.

The flesh is only a mere existence. I don’t merely want to be.
I want more than the substantial. I want to overwhelm you in mind and body.
The more I think about it the more the blackness of life calls my name.

Close thine eyes and open them once again. Only then will I be there taking over every movement of you. In every heartbeat I know my being will flow in that blood, in that heart of yours which is so impenetrable.

I want to die to live in you. I so desperately want to live.

I have been writing since age 9 and when I read some of my prior writings I get a bit shocked.  Did I really write that?  It was about my college crush.   He really got deep into my skin and brain. My writing was creative yet dark.  Funny thing is that he became my buddy.   I met his family and we dated a bit.  I am grateful for him and for the awesome poetry I wrote pining after him. Its funny now but back then I was a  real nut.  Perhaps I’m still a bit nutty but I love myself. I own it.

Thank you  and I love you for reading.  May this blog find you well. If you like any of my blogs feel free to comment, like and share.  Let’s all spend love.

Namaste
Guady G.

If I could speak with you up in heaven. . . .

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Hoy caen lagrimas en mi almohada al pensar en mi tía adorada.
Siempre supo darme tanto de su amor y ahora extraño su calor.
Tía bella y hermosa la quiero tanto.  Tia bendiciones.

Feliz Cumpleaños tia querida

I woke up at 4:33 am crying because I heard her voice in the night.  I wish I could just pick up the phone and talk to her sometimes. She was such a corky individual with a dry sense of humor. I would talk with her about dates I had gone on and she would laugh and tell me don’t do fusilico too soon. She meant sex.  Right now I smile thinking of her.  I cry because come tomorrow she won’t be calling to wish me a happy birthday.  I now wish I had taken more pictures with her. I wish I had visited her more often when she was in Florida. I wish I had hugged her more. I wish I could hug her right now. Perhaps if I lie very still in the night she will speak to me once more.

Today my aunt would have been 85 years old but she died on July 27, 2017. She had scleroderma which is a slowly debilitating disease.  Thinking back I remember her taking so long to finish eating. I always thought she was just super slow. Today being a doctor I know it was the dysphagia part of her illness. Back then she didn’t even know herself. Reading about a disease is one thing but knowing someone who has it and watching them slowly debilitate is another thing. Do you ever wish you could speak with someone that has moved on? What would you say? If you heard their voice in the night, would you listen or be scared?

G.

Was that you?

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It’s 3:38 am and from my slumber I awake.  I could feel a cold sensation gently touching  me to wake. Was it you?  Are you close?  Tell me deceased lover, what did you say? I couldn’t hear! Come near.  Whisper once more!  I’m not afraid!

Hugs from Brooklyn
Guady G.

Are we truly alone? Do our loved ones visit us from the yonder? Did you ever stop to listen? I want to know.

FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE

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Be not afraid of the night.  If you hear strange sounds do not take fright.  That sound just means that I’m around.

I passed on when you were barely three. I tried to beat cancer desperately. My body left but my spirit did stay.  I never wanted it to go away.

I am that silence in between everyone’s talk.  I am that shadow by your side as you walk.  I am that soft sound in your ear.  If you listen closely you can hear.

I know life may not seem fair.  I know it seems that no one cares.  I never left you so don’t feel all alone.  I am right here beside you and needed you to know.

I pray for the night when you’ll be able to see me but for now be not afraid. Remember I love you and I’m so proud of the life you have made.—————————————————————————————————————
Do you believe in the beyond?  Is there such a thing as spirits dwelling among us?  Guiding us?  Is that sound just them trying to communicate with us?  Are imaginary friends perhaps our passed on relatives keeping our children company?  Things to ponder about.

Namaste
Guady G