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When the soul molds to the darkness
nothing is left to prove for you share everything, no ladders to climb to blind your faith in the forever mystery of the constantly changing unknown Love touched every part of my conscience
awake in heavenly pure thought for nothing to fear was everything to blissfully ponder in rationality emotional torture was appreciated in its light physical pain could make me laugh for I saw eternal in all that presented itself hidden treasures of wisdom enlightened me a dream within reality that sank with a mind that became attached to questioning truth water succumbed to the black balloons
deep in a collective unconsience consuming awareness in confusion emotions drenched the shore with a wave of love time freezes in paralysis of wary compassion levitating over a group with hope in answers from another sensitive in caution fear, escape, run away from suppressed memories hidden behind a locked door of magic undiscovered mysteries of science An "I" materialized, I gained a self
losing my best friend back in samsara, I aquired fear courage faded replaced with questions that blinded my senses I couldn't see past the disguises refusing to trust my damaged intuition hope will save my tender person as time once again seeps away from reality leaving delusion behind It is not societal norms and expectations that I have ever desired to hear when truth is what I catch my ears a spiderweb for garbage
I refuse to listen to its manipulation with deaf ears pondering in dissociation shutting the doors to their ignorant lies My free spirit free balancing on air, walking on water, dancing in fire, embracing earth for what it is Eternal beauty frees the energy of love
time nonexistent all, one, we connected for eternity (so, if this is true, which it is, then why judge, fight or assume? Why not take the time to find truth in yourself, in others? Why not put down your computer and self talk, finding answers to a life of wisdom) STEPS OF ALTITUDE mysterious steps creating powerful ideas without purpose unite the art of being the stone steps hide in movement but enrich those who look closely and see OPEN I finally opened the envelope no longer afraid of the possible disappointment of opening another false idea There is no such thing as perfection when you're a scientist testing the waters, boundaries and hearts of our kind looking for a sign or finally find the peace that's inside where everything is possible and nothing is to be believed Weakness paralyzes my motivation
when others seep into my tea Their spies ignorant to the emotions inside climbing high then pushed back down to empty swings swaying like the weeping willow that I become moving to the vibrations a tree that dances to the music of life alone or complete She sensed the loneliness again
everyone around her was lost they fell farther away by the minute until it was just her at the bar sipping red wine Peaceful and quiet but no one to talk to she retreated into her imagination Everyone came back The snake bites the man who didn't listen
punishment it was but the man didn't know, too unaware of nature's gifts to give a damn about the spirits who still hold the secrets in their presence of a love unknown |
AuthorI enjoy jumping in lake Mighigan when there is ice in the water, it gives me laser like clarity and awareness, I also hear its good for the immunity. Just make sure you know how to swim and your not in a wheelchair after an Archives
October 2019
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