My eyes are made to see the worlds things My vision is made to see what lies beyond I can conceive of it only in the well of my Being When the mind and body are stilled I move out of the illusion and into eternity Where all that has been dreamed awaits Me Where both heaven and hell are Mine for the taking
~ It’s the same for you, even though you are unaware.
The sun found me hiding behind the window It crept up and peaked in with its golden rays Not even my closed eyelids could keep it out With a smile I greeted it and it gave in return The promise of warmth and a new day Reminding me that it was mine to create All energy is boundless – I Am Free My spirit knows all too well and is singing This – The Song of the Sun
I came dragging my feet the whole way. The end of the path felt contemptuous, like an angry death! That is exactly what it was – the old me – refusing to die. I had to let go, it would be the only Way. I could stay here, at the end and die the slow death of life, Or I could leap across the divide, to the tiny stone that lay before me. I would totter there, I could see – space enough for barely one footing. It was time to go and the only enemy to my leaving was my fear, But I was never held slave to that for long.
P.S. Just so you know, in the end, I had to be pushed.
I see you, watching just beyond the shadow of my life, holding anger like a shield. I feel your flickering doubt despite the armor of pretense hidden in your charge. It isn’t enough though, is it, to tame the flame of fear and cause you strength that might draw you near to me? I will hold no blame for words of destruction that flitter your ear and cause such gnawing suspicion to erode like rust the fortitude of our mettle. I know all to well the power of words to create, and to destroy. Those black magics need not be true in order for them to change the illusions of life, and no amount of religiosity can paint a halo where horns be. If anyone has ears to hear, let them hear. I have bound all my judgments to heavy stones and have cast them far off from myself. There is no bitterness that serves me, nor is there one moment of my life hastily given over to anything other than what delights me. I have caused a healing to well up like a spring of living water, and all who come will find the rejoicing powers of Life therein. I will pour out my blessing and anyone who partakes will awaken to their own sovereignty, and know the truth of divinity. That they too are as I Am.
I once walked down the path of darkness Only to know its essence and to feel its depth To understand my many faceted side The good and the bad – so I might love them both I am the sinner and the saint alike The harbinger of joy and death the same I can strike you down with my words or lift you I will show myself to you as a mirror Behold yourself – for we are the same
I saw her as a child, as her soul was I don’t think she knew this – How could she In her “golden years” and still burning brightly The heavy sigh and eye rolls – Weren’t they supposed to be mine? Yet every time the camera flashed There it was – and then the giggle
Yes, I saw her as a child
She had learned to come back to that To her own shining essence And that is when we played Not like mother and daughter – (Two worldly roles created for us) But As two souls who remembered What it was to Be Free
I have destroyed my former self Every pit and groove of My Being Marred by time and knowledge given me by others Those sad and wallowing states – The martyr – the victim – the selfless giver I even picked her bones and gnawed upon the marrow I have sucked clean that whore and left her bare There will be no more love for hire here This flesh, and blood, and sinews, And organs, and skin, and hair – They Now belong to Me and Me alone Because My Love was always Free!
String together your voice. Let the words flow in such a way as to create only your desires. Can you be still and know that what you say has power? If you study this intently and you watch your life flow forth from the words you use, you will have learned the Power of Creation. You will have mastered your life. ~~ I do not accept the regurgitated bits of other peoples lives. I will not suck down that hot bile and create myself from a poor man’s offering. The radiance of my shine will burn away all the ugly misgivings of anyone who has tarnished the veneer of my life with their lusty lovelessness. All that hearty heartlessness, and callous carelessness I now bestow back upon the original giver, to reside only within their own manifestations of life. I bind those seams, forcing them to chew on the hate of their creations, until at last they understand the true power of their words. Those pieces of them have never served My intent. What I give, and what I receive will be determined only by My sense of worth.