A Poem – Channeled Message – from my
Inner Child.
In this blogpost I share a Poem that came to me through Intuitive Writing.
A little note before you start reading:
Poems – channeled messages – can also be a metaphor for things, just like the stories in the Bible are, or yes, also the stories told through fairytales, myths and parables.
Read the poem and let the words sink in to feel what they mean to you.
You can use Intuitive Writing to get in contact with your own Inner Child.
Download my Intuitive Writing Guide to learn more about this sacred practice & dive deeper into it.
Poem
‘Kingdom will Come’
I feel…
Like I have lived
A thousand
And a thousand
Lifetimes
Still, I can’t seem to find my way out
Through paradoxes
And whispers
And snowflakes
And sunrises
Announcing a new day
Spring has begun
Another life
Another round
I am born
And reborn
I play, I search, I find
Only, to get lost again
In the forest
Of all these lives
Which also could
Be just One
The One Life
Where I always
Will sleep in my
Pink wooden bed
Made and painted
By my dad
The room
With the
Soft carpet
The old
Dresser
Which used to
Be my grandmother’s
The pink curtains
With a little cat
On it
A cat which
Always looked
Outside the window
When everybody was sleeping
Never showing
Her face
Never looking
Me in the eyes
Always looking outside…
Is this my fairytale
Is this my life
I will live over and over again
When will the church bells
Ring
When will I know
Who I truly am
And where I will go
What the point
Of living is
Why I am so blessed
And others have so much sorrow
When it is day
And the curtains
Are open
It is not the
Cat, but I
Who looks outside
My bedroom window
Over the garden
And the ditches
Towards the harbor
Where boats
Arrive and leave
Where tourists visit
This village
Not noticing
This little girl
Sitting
Behind that window
In that little pink room
Who will never leave
Will always stay
Stay waiting
For what?
The next life
The next wave
The next sunrise
The next bird to land on
Her windowsill
Breathing life in
And out
Watching the clouds
Watching the trees
Watching the chickens
And pigeons
Of the neighbour,
Being free
More free
Than she
She does not know where
To go or what to do
In this pink room
She is the Queen
And she plays that
Her barbie doll Ken is
The groom.
Imagined lives
Played out
In the scenery
Of her toys
She sets out
So perfectly
Every day
To relive
The part
Where she got bored
Bored of this one life
She can’t seem
Able to escape
Or not wiling
Here she feels safe
With her mother and father
Her brothers and sister
This is what she knows
This pink little room is her Existence
Where she can hear
And imagine
All her hidden
Dreams and histories
Her memory
Of galaxies
Her longing
For the elves
Her need for
True love
Her connection with
The One Deer
She holds so near
She feels lost
In this room
In this life
In this forest
Full of clouds
Filled with rain
That will wash away
Everything she now
Has
She got lost in the game
The only thing she can do
Is be silent and look to
The world from behind
The glass
Hoping
Praying
That one day,
This unseen war
Will end.
That she will be free
And dance
From the nighfall to the
Morning sun
Liberated from all the restrictions
One day, that Kingdom will Come.
If you have any questions or comments after reading this channeled message, you are always welcome to contact me through info@bebudding.com or use this form.
Namasté
Bianca ~ Be Budding
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