An Imitation of Wordsworth

An imitation of William Wordsworth: “Left upon a seat in a yew-tree, which stands near the Lake of Esthwaite” (from the Lyrical Ballads 1802 Volume One):

Left upon a pine tree in South Sacramento 

 — Nay, Wanderer! Chill. This fresh, wise pine tree stands

amidst a community, amongst all human dwelling;

what if here

no reflecting bodies of water

no lakes and canals to spread green grass or

fresh water to reflect the moonlight each Full Moon

what if here

there was no

sunflowers for the bees to Love

or no bees to inhabit Mother Earth we share;


a child of God

finding paradise on Earth, from nothing and everything

to be nothing and everything

the Light in my mind’s eye,

an awakening to see clearly

to see that Life is the real Dream,

your dreams in the astral realm hold

secrets to your soul’s codes;

Mother Earth is alive, God never died

Spirit alive through the trees, the roses and the Sun too.

Your ancestors pull themselves closer

Through the wind,

A chill down your spine

On the windiest days

Winds of change and winds of warnings.

Warnings of Massive Change.

Enough change to shake up the collective human consciousness,

a burst, propelling Force; moving us Forward —

Spirit in the gravity too.


———- Who She was. She

started a fire, and danced with the aging trees

Now Free, to bend arms and hips,

to twist her hair, chant and dance under the moonlight.

She started a fire. I well remember. – She was one who

owned an ancient soul, an uncommon soul.

A beckon of Light that belonged to God; Christ-like; She too

sent to the Darkest places; to heal the lost and the helpless.


a young child; trauma tossed and turned; a paranoid, bipolar and psycho

or a perfectly insane genius.

mysterious brown eyes to fill secrets; reflect a dreaming glare

to play the role she signed her Soul to.

Lioness moves forward; Pure in the Heart.

A Blade for a Spirit.

The world is cold,

cycles of greed and violence,

cycles repeated, karmic debt on a loop,

karma dismissed and karma ignored,

Spirit is All Knowing

Mother Earth is Alive.

And the Light was reborn

Through bursts of DNA,

The Light now deadly too.

Spiritual warfare,

we’ve been fighting since the beginning of Time


her Soul relearning mindfulness,

through her avatar’s conscious meditation.

In solitude. – Stranger! These gloomy clouds

Hold messages and codes for her; Here she loves to sit,

She has many visitors.

She loves Earth so Earth loves her.

A hummingbird, a black cat, a lizard,

a dog, a horse, a baby scorpion, and a snake –

She has many visitors.

Living an unfruitful life, she made the conscious decision

to start again, so she burned herself, her home and

everything she has ever known.


She gave herself back to God,

Her Spirit was reborn to assist the Light.

A near-death experience, a blessing or a fated destiny.

Lifting up her head, she would gaze again

at the fresh, green forest scenery.

To see that Life is the real Dream.

Silence in the trees and in the wind.

A Calmness that brings her back,

to see all that Just Is.

Nature is healing, Nature is Godly.

Admiring Mother Earth and all her features.

Our Creator’s creation, that provides us

with water, fresh air and all the tools to survive on this planet.


Healing trauma, rewriting DNA

Restoring imagination to child-like purity.

An Artist like how She used to be –

In God’s kingdom. We are all Artists.

Wordsworth commanding the reader

to understand,

true knowledge leads to love,

true dignity with Her alone,

in the silence of heavy thought,

Can still suspect, and still revere herself,

In Free Spirit, In Pure Full Heart. B.B. 22.

  • Brianna Barajas 


In this literary piece, I provide a modern day imitation of William Wordsworth “Left upon a seat in a yew-tree” from the Lyrical Ballads 1802 Volume One. I focus on Wordsworth’s style of writing as a romantic poet who heavily stresses on Nature. This style of writing honors Nature and perceives Nature as a sacred space. In this imitation, I connect nature to ancient indigenous traditions of experiencing God through Nature. I describe spiritual philosophy through imagery and mysticism, as I ponder on the same stillness and silence that Wordsworth finds in Nature through his poetry. While writing this poem, I realized I could not write it indoors. Through this creative writing project, I realized romantic poetry written correctly – must be done outdoors in Nature. Romantic poetry also requires mindfulness and meditation. As a reader and as a writer, there is an urgency of meditation in the mind that requires concentration and focus. The romantic poet teaches us how to familiarize ourselves with the mind element of our overall mind, body and spirit connection. In holistic healing practices, mindfulness is a key quality to recovering from trauma and addictions. And through this experience, I realized the romantic poets were trying to connect the collective human consciousness back to their spirits. Considering all the greed and violence occurring in the world at the time Romantic poetry came to life–  I realize the Romantic Poets were fulfilling their individual Soul purpose. We all have our own soul, and many may wander lost without knowing it. Romantic poetry was so influential and it remains difficult to imitate. I am a poet and a shaman so I was able to mediate and practice mindfulness before and during my writing process. I meditated and fasted to attempt a similar outcome as Wordsworth and many other Romantic Poets as I created this imitation piece.




“The Harp of India” Hybrid Experience

The following sonnet “The Harp of India” by Henry Derozio illustrates a particular cultural significance between the harp and his Indian homeland. The harp itself has been previously associated with Ireland’s culture, but in this following sonnet, the poet utilizes the harp to tell of his hybrid experience living as an Indian and British during a time India lost its ownership to British ruling. The poet although, living within the in-between experience, mourns a loss greater than life. His words bring emotions of nostalgia and grief:

Why hang’st thou lonely on yon withered bough?

Unstrung for ever, must thou there remain;

Thy music once was sweet — who hears it now?(Derozio,1923)”

The poet describes a loss of sweet music and infers a particular loneliness experienced while just listening. Music is a symbol in itself as it symbolizes harmony and balance within our spirits. Music heals our spirit and brings divine alignment especially when it is played from instruments such as a piano or a harp. These instruments hold purity and divinity, that is why they are incorporated in the churches we know today. The harp was also honored by Alexander the Great and by many other cultures. When the poet says “Thy music once was sweet…” honors a change that occurred that caused the music to stop sounding so sweet. These illustrations reflect a loss of pure hearts left to listen. India’s loss to British ruling affected the energy of the land, causing the poet to mourn and grieve the colonization of India’s land and their original culture. The poet ends the sonnet with:

Those hands are cold — but if thy notes divine

May be by mortal wakened once again,

Harp of my country, let me strike the strain!(Derozio, 1923)”

The poet hopes that the notes will sound divine again, “Harp of my country… strike the strain”. This language illustrates the poet as the alchemist. Henry introduces the emotion of hope and faith to meet his current state of grief and loss. “Harp of my country” infers he is proud of his Indian homeland and wishes to restore its purity.


  • Brianna Barajas

America in 2019

I have recreated Percy Shelley’s sonnet “England in 1819” to fit today’s American society through our current time, space and circumstances.

“America in 2019” 

An old, orange, ignorant, and Soulless President;

democratic or republican, the illusion of a democracy, who enslave

Through mind control, – dirt from Mother Earth’s soil

Rulers who use others to See, Feel and to Know,

But they claim they worked for it themselves

Till they begin to die, to burn alive, without a fire.

The sensitive and the innocent abused, tormented and sacrificed;

An army of mental slaves, mindless and controlled

humanity on our current timeline controlled through

anything that alters our current state of consciousness: music, movies, drugs, and sex

anything that limits how much we See, Feel and Know;

Makes a double-edged sword, laws like Karma coming back

Mind control that cannot be seen with your two eyes – Karma coming back.

A democracy, Time’s best illusion, unveil –

Zombies from a glorious Phantom

Bursted, to ingest the demonic parasites through the

subconscious programming of your mind.

Karma coming back – Wake Up.



  • Brianna Barajas


Wordsworth and Nature

In the poem “Letters Written in Early Spring” by William Wordsworth and in the painting “Landscape with an Aqueduct” (1818) by Théodore Gericault we see the love for Nature reflected amongst the perceiver’s perception of Nature and overall landscape. As done by various Romantic poets and artists, the love for Nature overpowers. The need to honor and respect the planet manifests from the fellow artist’s appreciation and admiration for Mother Earth.

Wordsworth writes about the bird’s singing around him as he sits in a small woodland grove and states:

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

If this belief from heaven be sent,
If such be Nature’s holy plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?” (Wordsworth, 1798)

the repetition of the phrase “what man has made of man?” refers to the author continuously pondering mankind’s impact on Nature and humanity. The poet’s analysis of all mankind brings sadness. Possibly because the poet is realizing all the effects of greed and violence that initially stem from mankind’s fear of losing power or control. Mankind’s need for power and control has significantly influenced our relationship with Mother Earth. Collectively speaking, our relationship with Mother Earth is lacking.

The poet ponders the beauty of Nature and the “pleasure” found in the “breezy air” and the “budding twigs“. The poet is returning to his pure and innocent state of being a human – but with an immortal soul – and realizing we are far more connected to Mother Earth as her inhabitants than we’d like to think. A connection beyond what could consciously understand. We are all currently living on this planet, breathing the planet’s air and eating her naturally grown produce. We must extend eternal, unconditional love to the planet by physically spending time with Her. Only by spending time in Nature are we able to truly witness and observe the beauty, therapy and “pleasure” of Nature. Nature deserves to be loved. She deserves to have our undivided attention. Similar to the poet Wordsworth documenting his intimate moments with Nature in beautifully written Romantic verses.

The artist Théodore Gericault does a good job of documenting the beauty of Nature. Shining bright, purifying Sun rays over the mountains is illustrated overpowering the landscape. We could see two small individuals having a verbal exchange. This painting illuminates how small humans are compared to how big the Universe truly is. The human race is one small portion of All There Is and yet mankind has created so much unhealthy impact on the condition and physical state of Mother Earth.

  • Brianna Barajas


Knowledge is Power

In “The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano” by Olaudah Equiano, the author alludes to many literary pieces throughout the telling of his narrative as his story rocks back and forth between extreme pendulum swings. Swings between doing good and then doing intensely awful. But throughout his entire journey, his intellect and wisdom are key components of his persona and overall way of being. He’s well educated and was fortunate enough to have former slave masters pay for an education. He picked up “tolerable English” by the middle of the narrative and shared a story where he communicated directly with the books he came across. He says he’d put the book to his ear and wait for a response. I find sharing this story to be significant to the overall love of literature he upholds. His love for literature may be directly correlated to the sum of his literary references. By Ch. V, the author finds himself once again in a bad pendulum swing dealing with a serious state of hopelessness and desperation. He recites the poem by Thomas Day “The Dying Negro” that fantasizes about death as a way of leaving suffering behind permanently. Reciting this poem was a form of grieving or purging the emotional baggage Equiano has carried up to this point. Up to this point, he has been in and out of many different situations and experiences. He has also met and lost many people along the way. But the only thing within him that remains fixed is his mind, his intellect and his attachment to learning. He’s able to reference so many literary pieces because he’s spent a lot of time dedicated to his studies, he even mentions learning languages other than English. He doesn’t “obsess” over English literature, it just might be all that he has.

Growing pride in learning the English language and English customs stems into a new form of self-empowerment for Equaino. He mentions how English is different and also a difficult language to pick up, but he managed to do so. Equaino managed to pick up English manners and customs to not be like the English but more to have a form a self-empowerment when engaging with the English. In simpler terms, Equiano was a soul that understood the power of knowledge and wisdom. Later in the narrative we are able to note how knowledge of the English language serves him well along his journey.


Brianna Barajas

And the Goddess

image.png“And all the Nations summon’d to the Throne.
The young, the old, who feel her inward sway,
One instinct seizes, and transports away.
None need a guide, by sure Attraction led, [75]
And strong impulsive gravity of Head:
None want a place, for all their Centre found,
Hung to the Goddess, and coher’d around. 32 
Not closer, orb in orb, conglob’d are seen
The buzzing Bees about their dusky Queen. [80]” 


Utilizing image #3 as a filter to understanding the verses listed above taken from Pope’s “The Dunciad” there are many references made to the Goddess. He even mentions particular Goddess names such as Athena and Isis. While I read this epic poem, I got many visions of Mother Gaia. The Goddess that this planet was named after. The Goddess that grows our fruits and vegetables. The Goddess that provides us with fresh air and water. The Goddess that provides us with the air to breathe; the air to live. The Goddess that keeps us attached to her through gravity. Through gravity, we are connected to Earth’s core. The Goddess that is our mother. Just like “the young, the old, who feel her inward sway…” and “Attraction led” – we the people are tied to the Goddess because we are Earth’s inhabitants. Humans despite race or religion are one species. We are Earth’s children.

In the picture, we have a woman placed in the center. Embodying Goddess energy as she rests in the comfort of her home. As she knits away creativity into inner-warmth.

And on the right of the image, we have the poet. The poet who knows the Goddess because the poet has seen God face to face. The poet knows that the woman and the man are simply just One. Here on Earth we have many illusions. One of them is believing that we are separate or that one gender came before the other. But the poet who knows God knows this isn’t that case. Men did not come before women and vice versa. We came as one. The God and the Goddess are one. And as Earth’s children born from a womb, we come from the Woman because we are from Earth- Mother Gaia.


Brianna Barajas



Making Fantasy Real

“Gulliver’s Travels” by Jonathan Swift brings irony and satire to a tale of captivity and long voyages.  A comedic yet, mystical tale of a person held captive appears as a giant compared to everyone else around him. The author found himself being held captive by an empire of many small people who speak another language. They teach him their language, feed him well and overall make many exchanges. Beginning of Chapter 3 Part One, the author express a sense of desire and hope to “… getting [his] liberty” soon he adds, “The natives came by degrees to be less apprehensive of any danger from me. I would sometimes lie down, and let five or six of them dance on my hand.”

As I read this, I imagined what it must feel like to be so much more larger in size than the people keeping you captive. I find it funny and ironic that Gulliver found himself in this situation. It’s similar to being held captive by a group of really small children- but a size thats only found in fantasy tales.  Although, the natives in this tale are an actual empire with their own advanced society,  the overall satire and irony is found in the author and how he just gives away his power to these people. Humor found in how he allows his gigantic physical vessel to be controlled and shrunk in size to fit into an empire of mini people. The tale itself just feels like an acid trip. All in all, it is a significant fact to the overall story that the the author is from Cambridge and the people holding him captive are the Natives. This fact alone is the plot’s main vehicle and serves as the author’s main creative function of this tale.


  • Brianna Barajas

Alone to See

Isolated and alone, you were able to reach God

Rowlandson, you married and had children, but you had to be alone.

Only alone were you able to see what goes on in-between.

Calling the natives savages, trying to uphold your hate,

trying to continue the separation, your husband would be proud.

But your husband could not be around.

isolated and alone; stuck in-between.

Your soul saw something else.

Your body going hungry with the natives;

You struggled with the natives.

Cold with your dead baby in your hands.

God gave you the opportunity to see

the truth of the warfare that runs darker and deeper than you could imagine.

Your personal experiences could separate you from the rest

if you understood why God placed you there.

To separate you from the ones who use God’s name

to uphold their mask

like Christian cults, that created a mask to separate us more, but in the name of God.

They used christianity to wipe out ancient languages and beliefs;

teachings about what Jesus was truly preaching

They monopolized a religion in Jesus name.

A best-selling narrative written, imprinted into the collective forever.

but do you truly know Christ Consciousness?

The bible was an attempt to explain God’s divine plan. Only an attempt.

Because the dark forces missed the message when they used God’s name to hurt and separate humans from humans.

Christ Consciousness requires you to see beyond skin, colors, and differences.

Christ Consciousness requires that you see with your eyes closed.

Do you know Christ-Consciousness?

Do you know the Truth?

God is Love.


  • William Apess
  • (written by Brianna Barajas)




the Ultimate Truth

In the reading “Narrative of the Captivity and Restoration of Mrs. Mary Rowlandson” by Mary Rowlandson entails her endeavors as a Christian English woman. In a situation similar to a marginal experience of a wife and mother- yet still White. Where roles are reversed because of her misfortune. A white woman held captive by natives who killed off the connection to her family. The war and conflict was real. Defense and honor versus a war for power, land and dignity. This text dates back to the beginning stages of an ongoing conflict of greed and violence. This theme becomes a cycle in the world as we move up in the timeline.

Mary Rowlandson was separated from her husband, children and sister. Her husband was away while the others were with the natives separated with different masters. She tells about her experiences through the Christian lens of faith. The text exposes the beauty of having faith and what faith does to our inner-strength. Her faith was an energy that sent the light out and manifested a generous gift from a native woman. She randomly gifted Rowlandson a Bible. Her verbal exchanges with the natives was minimal but this bible was a gift that became really important. It became her guide as she stated herself. Sacred guidance that affirmed faith, warmth and security. But many people have found themselves in dark spaces; many were innocent just like her. Faith has showed up for others in many ways. Spirit is eternally present, but you have to see it to open it.

Furthermore, exchanges between Rowlandson and her native captors’ highlight that no matter what side you’re on, humanity is directly affected by various evil entities bound to Earth’s third-dimensional reality. These demons on Earth masked by motives of greed, violence, and sickness. Its inhumane. These are karmic cycles that make us all victims of a system that controls us. A system attached to the need for power. Further down the timeline the collapses in reality have begun and continue. Exposure of ignorance and illusions is reaching its peak. Many are awakening to inner growth and recognizing a physical reality cast away from illusions. Alchemy is in the process. This text is an ancient text told from a bias perspective. It reminds us of why we are still in this cycle today. Even while you have the Bible, the bible we have today, removed the Gospel of Thomas that confirms that the soul is eternal and reincarnation is real. Because the same English that colonized the natives, were the same entities that translated the Bible to have things removed so that certain people miss the message.

Our idea of a sacred text like the Bible is masked. Our idea of religion isn’t the Truth. World war three is already here and it’s in the mind.


  • Brianna Barajas



A Poet’s Alchemy

In the play “The Indian Emperor” by poet John Dryden (1631 – 1700) uncovers themes of love versus honor with a relationship between Spanish conquistador Cortez and Aztec Native Cydaria. This relationship is like an unexplainable soul connection that serves as an alchemizing aspect that Dryden focuses on as he retells a piece of history that killed many and transformed the direction of humanity. A story where you can find people are murdered for refusing to convert religion. This is a story retold of a very different, and dangerous time to be alive. Where the poet makes Love a powerful force that drives the main plot.

The fact these lovers never came together in physical union and matrimony, although these lovers were a key component of the overall story proves that love is a powerful force. Love – in this play is a symbol for humanity. While Cortez and Cydaria are lovers from different parties. Lovers who are supposed to be rivals. Their love and attraction towards each other serves as a glitch in the matrix. But Dryden left them in separation to refocus the audience on the bigger picture. The poet didn’t want them together in union because that was not humanity’s fate. Humanity’s fate requires the fall of everything good. Patterns of greed and violence replayed all over the world. The truth is – many were killed. Many are still killed. All over the world. It is the truth of this Earth experience. John Dryden, a poet, knows this. So a poet creates to alchemize. A poet creates to see what he/she could make of something.

Choosing a perspective is like picking a rose in a field of a million red and black roses. As a poet, with creativity gushing through the poet’s vision. Guiding him to channel a love story out of a tragic tale. Greed and violence is a repeated trend in the collective. But here, John Dryden takes greed and violence around a dance of love.

A dance for love.

Love that only remains true in this tale. And because it is written, it lasts forever.

That is a poet’s alchemy.