It was all right there All the lives I’ve known Mixed – those colors on canvas Blending and swirling The darks and lights weaved Giving contrast lending depth We’d always been right there Plain to see The beauty of us like majesty Every single colorful thread And my heart Beating out all those shades Feeling every glimmer Of every life like one drum Thrumming out one magical rhythm And I swelled with enchantment As I realized our Oneness Yet Lo! I had forgotten that She was even there – beside me When with one quick breath Devoid of understanding She whispered as though it be A thing despicable and worth hiding “Look how wrong all their darkness is?” And just like that I was dispirited Me in my many shades of grey Standing all darkly beside her As though I should rather be Some other fiery streak — I wanted to push her brightness With its makeshift halo Right back into the safety of her Place on the print so that she Would be nothing more to me Than another hue on the screen And then, I could go back To admiring ALL our chaotic beauty.
I could swing down the moon hand deliver it like cheese on a platter and you would suck down each morsel leaving the stars to blaze on their own that full belly would soon grumble in discontent and every star I handed you would disappear into that same abyss until only darkness remained and still you would not learn to glow
there was so much death rattling me to my core. there was no surviving that quake. it shook every piece of me lose. I floated away, my image dissipating as though I be a fine mist over a hot flame. that was the end of the me that I made. when I rose out of that hot hell I was unrecognizable. many fled my presence. I stood on a new foundation. Solid. Myself. and even those that returned, seeking me, could not see Me through My new mantle. they turned forlorn, long faces set in dismay, and I watched as they retreated back to their own illusions. Death is a fine thing. an unwrapping of old tales. an undoing. how hard we’ve worked to create such a lie as one life lived. I slapped myself so hard, I shattered my own mask, Unleashing the great Fire that had been smoldering beneath. it was as though I Be a god set ablaze within an untamed Eden, rotten apples strewn at My unsoiled feet, and the echoing sound of My own laughter as it charred the garden back to the dust from which I came.
~~ who put the fear of god in you? who made you afraid of your own Self?
~ I Am the bridge between heaven and hell, having traversed them both.
Do you enter hell when it comes? Because it comes for all of us, and it is only by unification that those demons flee. Can you integrate the pain by feeling the hot pitchfork as it pierces your Being? If you make the devil your friend you’ll find the power to heal. Isn’t it funny how you’ve been told all your life what an enemy he is? And here we have a world of mental anguish and we’re taught to fear the cure.
~ Destruction is necessary for Creation. If you learn to stand at peace within it, you will have mastered your life.
Do we succumb to the winds of fate or mould our fortunes into create and translate? Or rather do we scrimp and crawl while retching toward some heaven’s gate? As we voyage through the cosmic seas, do we wage war on the demons of destiny? I have both bathed in my own blessings, and plundered the grave of my own devilry. To come to know and love the shadow within my soul chambers allowed the embrace of shadows of others in clear vision to direct my tracks. No longer do I lose myself in the vividness of the dance, for the Light shines too brightly from behind the illusions cracks. Paradoxically, souls often greet their destiny on the roads they swerved to circumvent it. But a master manifester and Creator knows always that what is destined is also holy writ. For the Divine plan unfolds itself through spectators of the earth, yet few with Vision see the end from the beginning living backward death to birth.