The Journey of Anahata

By Mac Guerreiro

Eye thought my throat was blocked,
My indigo center cut off,
Eye thought,
It was to my surprise that my throat is fine,
She’s a light,
Guiding my heart towards her,
For my heart is the one,
Stuck listening to the same drum,
An old song,
That sings of betrayal,
Of danger,
Of loss,
She holds on to all of the costs,
The injuries suffered,
Created and given alike,
She struggles to find the light,
In a space of wanting to grow,
And being terrified,
So eye validate her past,
And show her the present,
That eye have power she never imagined,
That eye can protect what eye couldn’t before,
That her fire can grow for it won’t be ignored,
For Eye’m a steward to that flame,
And slowly but surely she sets my world ablaze,
Melting the stitches,
Present for so long,
Leaving silver scars,
Making patterns derived from the Unknown,
In kintsugi fashion she comes back to life,
And eye let her in her own time.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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