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Misfit

misfit

 

 

 

You wake up one day,
And you realise
You just don’t fit.
It’s like there’s a gap
Between you and the rest of the world.
Everything is a blur:
People, events, life.
There’s too much noise,
Everything is fast, frantic, flat.
None of it seems real anymore.
You can’t remember how it started
And you don’t want to go back,
So, for now, you’re on your own,
A misfit, newly coded, for a world
That’s birthing from the old.

Sometimes, you wonder,
Do they even see me?
Can they tell I’m no longer
The same as them? Was I ever?
It’s hard to make sense of it,
So you trust your heart,
It has brought you this far, SO far.
You don’t wait, you consolidate.
You’re not lonely,
How could you be?
Because now you see and feel
What it means to be fully alive
And present where everything
Is just SO beautifully and gloriously
ALIVE, conscious, communicating
All-the-time with every-thing!

In towns and cities,
In offices, shops and homes,
All around the world,
You are the misfits,
Sleeper cells of the
New consciousness.
A blueprint for humanity,
Cosmic eggs waiting to hatch.
You are healthy, healed, whole
In a sick world that’s getting sicker,
And you know that you heal
Others, simply by being exactly
Who you are.

You are a child of the wild.
Under an open sky
– with the stars and moon,
Here, you belong.
You belong in the living forests,
On the whispering shorelines,
Here, you find your peace.
Face upturned in a sun streamed meadow,
Another flower, blooming
Under the sun,
You find companionship
With the silent nodding heads
Of wild flowers, your sisters all.
Lying on a hilltop,
You melt into earth,
Your heartbeat indivisible
From the deep bass thrum,
Gaia’s breast, your metronome.
This is your new ‘real’,
It makes sense, you fit.
Rest here, idle awhile,
Ground yourself
Until the spinning settles,
Until time is a word that doesn’t
Demand anything because
You no longer know or care
What it is.

 © Sue Claughton, 2016

 

Dedicated with love to all Lightworkers, Starseeds and Earth Angels