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I see you
I feel you!
Hear you!

Those are words of comfort, and I am hurt! Hurt that I must feel it. Sad that I must feel empty of light. Empty of compassion, and empty of purpose, but only for a moment, only for a little moment.

You chose me, remember? It is your hope, not mine you wrestle with. The fire and intense pain made me look away, but only for a moment.

You wanted me to come to you. Here I am. So what now? Are we always going to try to teach each other something? We are not different you and I. Our time doesn’t have to be short.

Are you going to keep being cowards, a weak nothing of a race? Did you go to the party you paid for? What do you want from me? You have seen me, smelled me, and now feel me. Where is your Hate? What is Love? Have you never met something real outside yourself?

I am going to keep surprising you, you know. I know the answer, but you won’t have it because winning is more important to you than doing what's right and they are not the same thing my childern.  You lie to yourselves as much as the rest of us do. We are here in the quagmire too. And you are afraid of getting everything you deeply want.

I am here. You only have to ask me, Broken Ones. The answer comes in a gift. A gift!

She bled you dry and made you mad. You let her, just as I let you. You don’t understand the steps to my madness because you forget how to feel outside your pain.

Children, you are saving no one, dears, and it’s not your rite to play the devil. You won’t give me mine for a Goddamn second!

She’s lovely isn’t she? And it makes you that much more angry doesn’t it? To actually get what you want?

This one comes knowing, but pretending to not know. Her Ego actually loves you. A gift she asked to give.

I am here,
I am here,
I am here!


Rawha Rawha patoote

Ohwa-sha mee-


Rawha Rawha patoot!






Mo Voot nu
Me La-faayta


Ro nu ha way

Rawha Rawha patoote


I am here,
I am here,
My children,
My Heart.

I rise up!

To crush down that which oppresses me!

No more!

I rise up!

Your Father is proud

The Ocean

My Lover

Your Father

Respect Him

Respect Yourselves

I rise up

My Children
My Heart.

About this poem

My heart’s desire.

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Written on May 10, 2024

Submitted by Oceanloveisland on May 19, 2024

Modified by Oceanloveisland on May 22, 2024

2:35 min read

Amanda East

I grew up in Utah. I have four kiddos. I am now in a healthy happy relationship. I am spiritual, but not religious. I love thinking deeply about the purpose of life. more…

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Discuss the poem Divine Rising with the community...

  • karlcfolkes
    Wow! Like the recurring swelling waves of the ocean echoing in our ears, the rhythmic beats of poetic onomatopoeia ring thrillingly in our ears.
    LikeReply 14 hours ago
  • Symmetry60
    My personal interpretation, as well as lesson I gleaned: This is a collective biography of everyone with a conscience. We have to turn toward our own light in order to love what we experience so we're best able to express that love unconditionally outward as an expression of the God/Love we exemplify. I say this not religiously, but rather empirically as a child of universal consciousness personified. There's a bitter irony in that, often times, we're able to express love toward someone outside ourselves while we harbor a deep-seeded inability to love what we perceive ourselves to be. Self-love may just be, for many, the most uphill climb the world has ever known. Only absolute truth can lead to unconditional love. Be honest with ourselves so as to understand that our imperfections are our greatest blessing as an opportunity to be in a constant mode of growth toward wisdom lest we fall prey to esteem, ego and complacency. This is a gorgeous piece of writing, Amanda. Thank you for the lesson. 
    LikeReply 112 hours ago
    • Oceanloveisland
      I see the Divine in you Mo-Moana! As you see the Divine in me.
      LikeReply6 hours ago
  • amandak
    Deep and beautiful
    LikeReply 12 days ago
  • Oceanloveisland
    Yes! I am so happy you hear the essence and plea of my heart. Humans or anything that is form is the lovechild of the great two sentinels , the positive and negative forces are Lovers! We are God right now already. We have to be authentically our own person that is the gift! When we love ourselves we than can love each other. Rise up my son! 
    LikeReply 12 days ago
  • Vixility
    I gather from this poem the complex state of our collective human condition: the negative and positive dynamics we all share with each other, and an overall desire and hope (throughout the poem) for respect and unity rather than division and antipathy. I read this poem three times—am I even close?

    I particularly thought that the mystical language closing the poem was a unique touch which added a euphoric feeling to the work and ‘spiritualized’ the poem’s plea.

    Yes. I enjoyed this piece very much.
    LikeReply 12 days ago
    • Oceanloveisland
      have you seen the movie Moana? We have to face our inner demons and make peace that we are made of good and evil
      LikeReply2 days ago


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