Joanne Lee Macdermott

December 1st 1977- Sydney

Star Haze

Caught myself the other day, unaware I was thinking.
Swallowed...while I was unconsciously day dreaming.

How quickly we deter from our path and intention.
Flickers of beams distracting us from our own creation.

Star dust fragments make up my soul...Recalling to me of the particles I hold. In the blink of an eye, I will be shifted...to cosmic dust I will be lifted.

O how my soul cries out for universal connection.
Vibrancy within dampened by the lure of temptation.

The bloodshed that goes on between myself and I.
A carnage of destruction but my psyche can't die.

Why do we all struggle with the torment within us.
The endless warfare of good vs evil.

Star dust fragments make up my soul...Recalling to me of the particles I hold. In the blink of an eye, I will be shifted...to cosmic dust I will be lifted.

My soul she speaks and I hear her lucidly.
I am that which I seek profusely.

Become the matter you desire, to adduce the reality you require.

The strain you face is just a lesson, a chance to expand your connection.

Forget not why it was you came here.
Bore from the stars...but not to be slaved here.

Connected all as beings we sore, vitality animating the art we draw. Deluded only by our own confusion, takes but one moment to break the illusion.
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