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Fallow Fields
The Mystical Poetry of Michaela Sefler
Monday, October 01 2007 @ 02:00 AM PDT
Contributed by: Michaela_Sefier


Michaela Sefler is an mystical poet living in Montreal, Canada. Her poetry is spiritual and esoteric and her poems allude to ancient ideals. In her poetry she draws on the Qabbala, and other ancient writings, to convey a message of hope, and survival describing ancient truths and present actualities. She has five published compilations of poetry. Still true, A fortress in my heart, The sun is hot, Through the ages, and Seven stars.

 
 
QUAKE
 
And the vibrations
move swiftly through the air
and though the ground;
for hesitations of man were great.
 
Sweeping smoothly
and stirring man’s will into action,
are the vibrations
that lets them attempt.
 
And the swan and the pelican
perfect in image;
yet the end of expectation,
were tested.
 
Finality thereof
are the quakes
stirring man into action.
And at the shaking of foundations
must move into action
for escaping an end
is worth.

 
 
LATENT
 
Lying latent within
boundless;
without limitation,
sleep full existence.
For debt of the living
who can surpass
for creation has myriad of layers
and adequate living begets a crown.
And deep inside creative forces remain;
every drop can remind
of the life intended
as heat and motion are manifestations.
Five , seven then eight
accumulating into tens
complete entities 
They survive.
Tribal completions 
lending their will
or their kind
is excellence.



SLOW MOTION

As the earth in motion,
turning;
on it’s axis,
holding.
Never leaving;
a divine point
firmly grounded
and the hold is great.
Slow motion
clear and true;
rotating
on it’s axis.
Firmly planted;
for the effect is great,
a world
containing.




WAVES

As waves return;
they are urging;
and the much awaited improvement
is reciprocated.
As a ray of light,
flooding a source
healing in an instant,
is the coming.
For many days
they awaited,
and one aspect rendered and internalized
will bring back a lifetime.




SACRED FOUR

A square , a diamond
self-existing,
contained;
edges and points represented, and kept.
Mystery of perfection,
complete;
a states,
expecting.
A triangle within
a square;
the lines protecting,
and the holy letters written,
words , that are hallowed.
With my right side
I demand,
and with my left
I summon.
A candle lit
that reminds
of all that is still
sacred.
Triads and fours
giving way
allowing,
and symbolizing.


 

AS COALS

As coals burning, is the truth
decoding
making complete
what is missing, letting us feel.
For lack, thereof
is wanting;
completed states
of want and desire make whole.
Concluding
what is wanting
accomplishment of what should be
have become my callings.


     



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