The Summons

Deja Vu means something "already seen",
And when it happens to us,
We experience an awareness of something
That calls us to become the observer,
However eerie at times it may be during these moments,
Or perhaps a feeling of wonder, with some element of mystery or suspense,
What is it?


Could it be that as we expand and contract,
Within the many different planes of consciousness,
We travel in and out of dimensions of the psyche,
To test the waters of our existence in ways that move the soul,
To greater knowledge and learning?
Or is it some soul inspiration that arises in an effort,
Churning the cosmic wheel to raise us higher
Than the sordid depths, where we wallow in an earthly existence,
Without the fires that fuel man's evolutionary aspirations?


Perhaps it is the soul in these moments that thrusts it's momentum onto us
After a feeble will of human self-pity imposes an attempt upon themselves,
In writhing suicidal escape, desperatly, a fettered fragment of itself in a different dimension?
And Deja Vu, a manipulation of time and space by hands unseen,

Belonging to the soul,
And spirit unacknowledged, that speaks to us
Through this awareness, this conundrum, Deja Vu...
   ...could it be, that what it is, is an offer to tear down the walls?

To remove the veils?


Deja Vu...

Deja Vu...

Deja Vu...
 offered cosmic breakthrough?



12:18 AM 5/12/2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

what is deja vu to you?

Expanded thoughts on a variation of the same idea--

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To the Arms of My First Love

2010-2012 Poems

It feels like my soul is REUNIFIED with my body.
It’s like - “THIS IS IT!”
It’s like coming home…to somewhere I’ve always known
But haven’t really been.

I could write tons of words…poetry!
Of why it should be,
Why it must be,
Why not? I’m so excited, Destiny!

But for now, this I know:
Since I was 7…It was a subtle call.
A wink, I turned my back but you are feisty.
I took the first step. I took it slow.
But all roads lead to where I should be…

Now I see you, and you’re hollering at me!
Sweet call to infinite passion of creativity.
I am coming right at you…my first love…

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(c)jerlin -23Aug2012 - My love for photography. :)

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Thank you for calling me pretty,
though it means nothing now.
Thank you for calling me funny,
Even as my tears will fall.
Thank you for calling me special,
the only one you'll have.
Thank you for calling me,
even though i'm dead.

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2010-2012 Poems

Rain pours down, droplets glide
Forming crystal-like patterns
On the gloomy glass window
Where I rest my weary head on.

Bokehs of green lights,
Red glares on rear bumpers.
Yellow suns at night, gleam.
I squint at the creaking wipers.

Strobing lightning, growling thunder,
Snobbed by the busy road.
People chattering behind, in all languages...
I close my eyes, oblivious.

I feel the Earth spin so fast as I sit still.
The seconds of my life tick.
Purpose. Mission. Calling.
I brace myself...exhale.

Doing a lot, but missing a lot.
You can't have it all.
But deep inside, you have a strong sense-
Why this is what you are living for.

Dreams. Passion. Happiness.
All the roads lead to where I am.
Here and we go.
Sometimes, you just wonder--if it's all worth it.

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-(c)jerlin 21Oct11 --7.28pm (on the bus,KL)

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