A new chapter is beginning today. Of turning leaves and brand new pages. Like born again, or shown a new way. The beauty of tomorrow starts with a bright new flame. Of hope, like rainbows. Of faith, like angels. Of love, like life.
Here you go. The story of my life. How it all began, how it came to be, why it all started, why it came to me. On a golden platter, I am giving this to you. I want you to take good care of it now. My life is sacred, thus, this story is blessed. Take it; receive it as an offering, that you may gain from it, all that is within me, and throughout me, and above me, and beyond me. Here, I am.
I stand before you adorned in nothingness. Empty. Naked. True to self. Clothed in light. Reborn. New life. Jeweled in the rays of the sun. Sanctified. Burning with fire. Passionately. Whole. Pure. Simple. Nothingness. Is all. Is everything that I have, to offer to you.
Here I am, standing naked before you. I have always been naked. I was born this way; I’m sure to die this way, and I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t need to cover myself, because I have nothing to hide. I have everything to give. I was born to give, to serve, to love. I am love. It is all that I know. It is all that I shall ever know. Why should I cover up the vessel of my sacred love, then? I dare not! If I shelter myself from the rays of the sun, then, how would I ever be worthy to glow in the night?
Here I am. Like the moon. I was born in darkness, and, because, I missed the light that my soul clings to, I cried and cried. I hated the darkness. I was afraid of it. I wanted to be one with my light, but it was too late. We had already been separated. It had to be done, yet, I couldn’t accept it. So, to find my light, I searched within. Deeper and deeper, I fought to dig up the only solace that I could find in my dark world. Finally, I found him. My strength to face the lonely world which I had been sent to claim.
Here I am. Like an oysters pearl. I grew from nothing, but dirt. One tiny grain of earth, one molecule of nothingness. Thus, I was. But, the oyster that carried me, loved me very much. It would give me as much, or as little of whatever it was that I ever needed, if only I should ask. And I did. I asked for beauty, grace, rhythm, rhyme, charm, charisma, strength, wisdom, power, riches, peace, everything... I asked for everything that was to become who I am today, and, everything was given to me. He, my oyster, loved me so much that he gave me the whole world, ... and everything in this whole world, belongs to me,.... because, I asked for it. And I grew, and grew, until I was everything that I had ever dreamt I would be. I created me, because I told it to be. He created me, because He told me to be. And all this time, concealed in darkness, sheltered from the whole world, protected by my shell, comforted by my light, I had no idea what was happening. I had no clue that I was God.
Here I am. Like a butterfly. I am finally out of my shell. I can see the light now. I don’t just feel it, and believe that it is there... I can actually see it. And, it is everything that I imagined it could be... but, so much more. I love the way the sun feels on my back. I love the way the rays make my wings so transparent that you can see all the colors of the rainbow in me. I got used to the darkness, it wasn’t so bad once I learned to accept who I was without him. And, I haven’t changed. I am still a creature of the darkness. It is just that now, I can see the light. The light is not only within me; it is around me, and radiating all throughout my body. I feel so alive! I am happy when I am with my light. Now, I don’t have to hide from the darkness anymore. Now, I don’t have to make war with this world anymore. Now, I can finally put on my play clothes, and go outside, and bathe in the sun. Now, the daylight has finally come.
Here I am. Like a dolphin. I was born to fly over the waves. I live for those days when I can revisit my darkness, go back to the place where I was born. I long for those moments when I can find peace at sea. Where there is no land, no traffic, no noise, no nothing. Where there is only me, suspended by my darkness, that which I have grown to love. Here, where I was born, there are no rules, or guidelines, or statues... there is only freedom, fellowship, family. There are no signs that say, go this way, do this do that, don’t do these. There is no right way, or wrong way. Here, there is only life. And we live without worries. This is the place I call home. It is the only place that I can find my self in the light, and lose my self in the darkness, all at the same time. Someday, I will leave all of this behind; cut it all off, throw it away, and go back to the place that I come from. And, I will swim forever, he and I. There, we’ll live like no one is watching. We will ride the waves forever.
Wind water, old friend of mine. giver of life, bringer of death. Strongest might, meekest strength. Purely pure, weightless- heavily. Sound of a whistle, blown to a thud. Splish, splash, rapids of a wrath. Sky lit up, flashing, spangling, sparkling. Eyes wide open, waiting for time. Time and time again, through thick and thin. Seasoned wind-water, ever still my friend.
Here I am. Like a queen bee. My devotion is to my kingdom, and, everything that I do is for them. Together, we shall, through service, build, and teach, and share, and learn. We shall offer ourselves to one another, and ask for nothing in return, except, that to one another, each offer themselves. My subjects are my children, and everything that is mine, so too is theirs. From hives all over the world, they fly to me, with offerings of honey and nectar, and find refuge and solace here, in my arms of love. They are the most beautiful creatures, my children. With eyes wide opened, hearts pouring out joy, smiles like the sun, laughter like angels... they are. My children are heavenly, celestial, angels. Given as gifts from the gods unto me, unto us. Pure at heart, gracious, and true; beautiful. My glorious babies are the reason I live. They are the reason I was born, the reason I created me, the reason I was created. I am, that I may serve them. They are, that we may serve the world. All are, that we may serve one another.
Here I am. Like a precious Jem. Perfect. Finely cut of the most rare stone of the earth. In the rays of the sun, I glisten, radiating unto the eight corners of the world. By the hands of the great workman, I came forth to be as I am. A gift of beauty, and magnificence, splendor, and dynamics, to all mankind. To every eye that shall behold the sight of all that is I, they stand in awe. More valuable than diamonds, I am. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires... none can even come close to the incomparable. Me.
Here I am. Like a shining star. In me, and of me, there is light of my own. I twinkle softly in the dark of the night, and, I stand proud, with my head held high. Planted in the abyss, I dwell in a realm of my own. Raised up for the world to see, I dare to never tilt my eyes to look down to see all that is below me. No, instead, I gaze up, eyes transcending the heavens above me that I shall never know what it means to be a fallen star. I am a shooting star, and my journeys path leads me only higher and higher. For there are no limits in heaven. There is no end in eternity.
Here I am. Like a delicate flower. Slowly, I unfold unto the world. Time is of no essence to me, for, my time is all that I know. I dwell in seasons, and adorn myself accordingly. I change always, yet, always remain the same. I came forth as a seed, planted in the rich soil of the earth. In all of its fullness, I arose as nothing more than a sprout, planted firmly and rooted deeply, I found stability. Craving the light, I outstretched my arms up to the heavens, and in love, He gave me all that I should need to come forth unto Him. Nourished by the waters of both the heavens above and the earths below, I grew strong and sturdy. Day by day, I reached higher and higher. I grew taller and taller, I became richer and richer. Soon, I was found worthy by the gods that I should bear fruit. Suddenly, a bulb came forth from my bosom. It was life. It was the child that I was to behold, and, from then on, everything that was made for me and my me, was given unto my new gift of life. I watched her grow. Day in and day out, she became more and more like everything that I knew she would be. Full, whole, beautiful... as she opened up to the world. Slowly unfolding, I watched attentively, that I not miss even one moment of it. She was being born. I was being born. I was observing my own birth into this new life. Spring came, and I saw the first petal unfold. Like angels wings, the others followed. Now, I could truly capture all of the rays of the sun, and bask in the glow of its glory. I was beautiful, I am beauty full, and it is only the beginning. Birds and bees and butterflies now come out to enjoy my sweet fragrances and nectars. The entire garden celebrates the arrival of my beauty. All of the creatures fall in love, with me, and the summer has not even come yet. The world cannot even imagine the glory and grace of the fullness of my bloom. This is only just the beginning.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
The Birth
INCUBATION
There is darkness, complete stillness, nothing. The dark and empty void is nothing. There is a flash of light. There is a tremble of thunder. In the darkness the light can be seen off in a distance.
She yawns, she stretches, she breathes.
The voice says to focus on the light. Trust and obey.
The illumination from afar is alluring. I cannot resist the yearning to journey toward. i long to be near it. I cannot draw my eyes away. It is hypnotic and pulls my soul. Unlike the tug of war, I submit completely.
AWAKEN
The journey toward the glowing ball of radiance is a dance. the thunder is the rhythm of a heartbeat. the breathing like the stream of violin chords. My footsteps pace to the sound of music. In submission to the synchronicity of perfect harmony, I dance the twirling movements. Pirouettes; the journey is a circular riveting pattern. I go around and each time I am drawn in closer. The closer I get the stronger the music, the brighter the light, the more intense the dance.
Through the spiral tunnel I dance. The magnetic force of the currents embrace me. I am caught in the magical whirlpool of the whimsical disillusionment caught between the compelling forcefeild bound worlds of light and darkness.
MERGE
I have arrived to the destination. it is the heart and birthplace of all dimensions. The source of pure radiant light is the absolute illumination of all life. The energy is absolute. in its presence I feel emersed in radio activity. I am invincibly immortal. I grasp a hold of the magic golden ball that is hoisted in the unbounded air above me, and I breathe the breath of a dragon. Fire and light. The energy is overwhelming to the darkness. Darkness fades and is taken over by the radiance of pure light. The ball merges with my physical form. The essence of this union is an unlimited strength. The passionate dance. Fired up.
There is darkness, complete stillness, nothing. The dark and empty void is nothing. There is a flash of light. There is a tremble of thunder. In the darkness the light can be seen off in a distance.
She yawns, she stretches, she breathes.
The voice says to focus on the light. Trust and obey.
The illumination from afar is alluring. I cannot resist the yearning to journey toward. i long to be near it. I cannot draw my eyes away. It is hypnotic and pulls my soul. Unlike the tug of war, I submit completely.
AWAKEN
The journey toward the glowing ball of radiance is a dance. the thunder is the rhythm of a heartbeat. the breathing like the stream of violin chords. My footsteps pace to the sound of music. In submission to the synchronicity of perfect harmony, I dance the twirling movements. Pirouettes; the journey is a circular riveting pattern. I go around and each time I am drawn in closer. The closer I get the stronger the music, the brighter the light, the more intense the dance.
Through the spiral tunnel I dance. The magnetic force of the currents embrace me. I am caught in the magical whirlpool of the whimsical disillusionment caught between the compelling forcefeild bound worlds of light and darkness.
MERGE
I have arrived to the destination. it is the heart and birthplace of all dimensions. The source of pure radiant light is the absolute illumination of all life. The energy is absolute. in its presence I feel emersed in radio activity. I am invincibly immortal. I grasp a hold of the magic golden ball that is hoisted in the unbounded air above me, and I breathe the breath of a dragon. Fire and light. The energy is overwhelming to the darkness. Darkness fades and is taken over by the radiance of pure light. The ball merges with my physical form. The essence of this union is an unlimited strength. The passionate dance. Fired up.
Body of Light
Closer. The light appears before me and it seems to now approach me, as I stood frozen in awe of its beauty. The light swallowed me up in the darkness and everything around me was engulfed by an bright celestial body of illumination. The warmth embraced me and called me to it. I accepted it submissively. It was the light that sounded the music to show me the way. The light invigorated my essence and penetrated my core. I felt at peace and at one with the universal element of truth. The fullness of light and life was a sensation that satisfied me. Fullfilled, I found rest, yet, I was awake. Eyes opened I could see the light as it became me. I could see myself as I merged as one with the light.
A prismatic radiace glowing, as I unveiled the element of light, I could see more clearly, that the light had not swallowed up the darkness; rather, it had merged with it. It had not conquered the darkness, but made peace with it. It had not destroyed the darkness, but had created something more beautiful than either of them could know to become without the graceful blend of harmony in sync with both worlds. Together, the light and the darkness evolved as one spectrum of light in the darkness and painted collages in vibrant hues of the rainbow. Born of this journey was the rainbow, as I recognised the composite of energy, the dancing globes of mystery, were an orchestrated masterpeice. The musical symphony was the universal truth.
One body of light spread out as vast and far and wide as the eye could see. The horizon was painted in the blend of an emerged revelation of gemtones, glistening. Golden Topaz, Green Emerald, Blue Sapphire, Violet Amethyst, Red Ruby, Pink and Orange; the spectrum of the prism of a diamond cut to reveal the secrets of the entire universe as the light shone though its clarity. And of the light there was music, and of the music there was dancing.
It was the verse of the uni. The universe. It is the voice of the ONE.
I listened to its resounding harmony, the chorus of the choir of angels. In this place I am in heaven, where all things live as one in the resolution of a revolving perfect harmony of fluid evolution through the stillness of dances through time and space.
And through the revolution of this stillness of time, I am the evolution, I am time. The music lives within me as I stand at the heart of the specturm of light, as I stand as one with the source of that light, as it conducts the choir within the elements of light in fluid motion. There I am, painting the vibration, in rhythmic heartbeats of music. I live as the music. I live as the sound of light, at the core of the entire universal spectrum, I reign as truth.
The revolving myriad of rainbow hues in the light are a most beautiful sight. Each colour is a revelational dynamic that harnesses an energy of the universe. As it all comes together as one, the world seems perfect, in balance and unity and harmony.
It is to be fruitful and multiply in this way. To be the contagiously colourful light of the world.
A prismatic radiace glowing, as I unveiled the element of light, I could see more clearly, that the light had not swallowed up the darkness; rather, it had merged with it. It had not conquered the darkness, but made peace with it. It had not destroyed the darkness, but had created something more beautiful than either of them could know to become without the graceful blend of harmony in sync with both worlds. Together, the light and the darkness evolved as one spectrum of light in the darkness and painted collages in vibrant hues of the rainbow. Born of this journey was the rainbow, as I recognised the composite of energy, the dancing globes of mystery, were an orchestrated masterpeice. The musical symphony was the universal truth.
One body of light spread out as vast and far and wide as the eye could see. The horizon was painted in the blend of an emerged revelation of gemtones, glistening. Golden Topaz, Green Emerald, Blue Sapphire, Violet Amethyst, Red Ruby, Pink and Orange; the spectrum of the prism of a diamond cut to reveal the secrets of the entire universe as the light shone though its clarity. And of the light there was music, and of the music there was dancing.
It was the verse of the uni. The universe. It is the voice of the ONE.
I listened to its resounding harmony, the chorus of the choir of angels. In this place I am in heaven, where all things live as one in the resolution of a revolving perfect harmony of fluid evolution through the stillness of dances through time and space.
And through the revolution of this stillness of time, I am the evolution, I am time. The music lives within me as I stand at the heart of the specturm of light, as I stand as one with the source of that light, as it conducts the choir within the elements of light in fluid motion. There I am, painting the vibration, in rhythmic heartbeats of music. I live as the music. I live as the sound of light, at the core of the entire universal spectrum, I reign as truth.
The revolving myriad of rainbow hues in the light are a most beautiful sight. Each colour is a revelational dynamic that harnesses an energy of the universe. As it all comes together as one, the world seems perfect, in balance and unity and harmony.
It is to be fruitful and multiply in this way. To be the contagiously colourful light of the world.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Zion
The earth keeps spinning, makes me dizzy now. I watch as everything goes around in circles, turning out of control, in control of the rotation is the revolution; A revolver on its axis, telling time, reading time, recording time as it is told over and over again. Never stopping, unstoppable, where will it end? It won’t end. The cycle is on repeat. Wash, rinse, and repeat. The spin cycle! Dizzy, am I, as my whole world is now flipped upside down, inside out… and it never stops. Like the rock as it rolls – Avalanche! A natural disaster... The twisted tornado called Cyclone terribly destroys everything in its path – uprooting the deeply rooted – gravitating beyond the forbidden. Unbreakable winds. Unbeatable odds. What were the odds of this happening? Such an oddity was this catastrophe that no one saw it coming. They were unable to predict the time.
And you ask why as if there were any answers to be gained of such a questions. The obvious answer is that there are no answers. Explanation is a science and interpretation is an art, thus, the best we can hope for is the means to expressively dictate the counteractions of the contagious fall. There, you have it. If at all possible to understand what it means to be, to exist, to experience this experimental development of a unified social clause – resolving the secrets of simple stories simply untold, kept hidden for ages from the age of the ages left behind. History was the stories he told, and her story was left untold – lost in an ocean of buried treasures. Yet still, when all is revealed by illumination, it became obvious, that the answers were all blatantly obvious all along. More still, there are no answers, on the quest-I-on.
Quest; I request to know the vision inside that only I can see to know and hope to understand. Dictate nothing, for your words are empty and static. Freedom is found as I Quest. Ions of creative genetic genes evolve into a genealogy of genius sentiments. A generation lost in time now begins at one at once and multiplies beyond the necessity of doubt, for her in this new era, there is certainty for each individual in the discovery of multiplicity in the reality of Uni. Unsurpassed by space or time in a region of defined depth and detail this, something unexplained and unexplainable. Yet, even still, never still, seeks to find a way to express, to explain the interpretive visions of a life beyond words – as perception of reality changes the provocative realism into something unreal, unrealized until now, yet, as reality changes with the time, the Quest remains constantly driven by time.
Dull – the drab writings on the wall ought to be erased. Painted as a blank canvas. Tear down the nonsensical distinction of defined perimeters, principalities in records that lawful fools wrote in order to order an order of the ordered and ordained. Rulers rule as a service of documented jargon to serve as word as god as supreme. Dull. What a bore to discover the more than mildly miscalculated gumptions of the obviously mediocre substitutes for freedom. An excuse for the way, a lie called the truth and death known as life. Imprisonment sentenced to a rule… a step by step diagram of formulated formulations. The formulas that, ones by one, never stop coming. Here we come. There is no other way, for me there is no way to be other than not to be, a stipulation by the regulation of regal regulations of the regular regional regime. Here we go. Refusing to be dull. Rebel against the bore.
Exasperated! The fumes of insecticide fumigated the scene trying to kill off what the product called chem., is trying creatively as intended to ignore the word by claiming climax.
And you ask why as if there were any answers to be gained of such a questions. The obvious answer is that there are no answers. Explanation is a science and interpretation is an art, thus, the best we can hope for is the means to expressively dictate the counteractions of the contagious fall. There, you have it. If at all possible to understand what it means to be, to exist, to experience this experimental development of a unified social clause – resolving the secrets of simple stories simply untold, kept hidden for ages from the age of the ages left behind. History was the stories he told, and her story was left untold – lost in an ocean of buried treasures. Yet still, when all is revealed by illumination, it became obvious, that the answers were all blatantly obvious all along. More still, there are no answers, on the quest-I-on.
Quest; I request to know the vision inside that only I can see to know and hope to understand. Dictate nothing, for your words are empty and static. Freedom is found as I Quest. Ions of creative genetic genes evolve into a genealogy of genius sentiments. A generation lost in time now begins at one at once and multiplies beyond the necessity of doubt, for her in this new era, there is certainty for each individual in the discovery of multiplicity in the reality of Uni. Unsurpassed by space or time in a region of defined depth and detail this, something unexplained and unexplainable. Yet, even still, never still, seeks to find a way to express, to explain the interpretive visions of a life beyond words – as perception of reality changes the provocative realism into something unreal, unrealized until now, yet, as reality changes with the time, the Quest remains constantly driven by time.
Dull – the drab writings on the wall ought to be erased. Painted as a blank canvas. Tear down the nonsensical distinction of defined perimeters, principalities in records that lawful fools wrote in order to order an order of the ordered and ordained. Rulers rule as a service of documented jargon to serve as word as god as supreme. Dull. What a bore to discover the more than mildly miscalculated gumptions of the obviously mediocre substitutes for freedom. An excuse for the way, a lie called the truth and death known as life. Imprisonment sentenced to a rule… a step by step diagram of formulated formulations. The formulas that, ones by one, never stop coming. Here we come. There is no other way, for me there is no way to be other than not to be, a stipulation by the regulation of regal regulations of the regular regional regime. Here we go. Refusing to be dull. Rebel against the bore.
Exasperated! The fumes of insecticide fumigated the scene trying to kill off what the product called chem., is trying creatively as intended to ignore the word by claiming climax.
Prima's Light
She remains a daunting mystery. The stunning princess that lives in her own world and dwells by her own authority. The fair young maiden maintains a high caliber of elegance and refined sophistication in her early years. She tells stories of whimsical nonchalance with her eyes, and seems so ambient and serene, floating like a portrait in motion, and glides of a stoic nature, as thought she believed that somehow, the world revolved around her, and that she was the center of all being. Her expressions are mellow, yet amusing, as the sort of melodrama that would captivate an audience intrigued by more than the mere golden glow of her beauty, in the heir of confidence that she carries through time travels with her. She becomes relevant to the dance by the classic distinction of an individuality that is soft spoken, yet, of a defined clarity and resounding appeal of sculptural aesthetics.
This angelic being dances from the core of her entirety, with an energetic and forceful strength. She poises indefinitely and balances in any position of the dance given to her, as though time were standing still. Her strength is of character and the controlled ability to be defined by the capture of one moment at a time, through the framework of a fantastic existence. The greatest strength that she possesses is in her wind, spinning and turning multiples over in the circumference of her own spaces. The mellow demeanor of our celestial is indepted to the mere humility of her presence. Soft spoken, yet radiantly glowing with a vitality that surges through from her sturdy core, she smiles with her hypnotic eyes that seem to re-assure the world that when the wind blows there is hope that it will bring with it the courage to withstand the revolution of a generation of new days defined by the gravity by which one twirls on its axis. She was born to fly, and she soars in all of her glory when she becomes like the wind and reminds us all that true strength is of a true heart.
Imagine the perfect ballerina. She has bright eyes of innocence and a girlish smile that radiates like a burning flame. Her form is comprised of long and delicate lines of a lean and petite frame of moderate tone. A soft voice resounds from the demeanor of the coy brilliance of a well-delivered attitude; charming. Exquisitely, she uncurls her extensions to an impressive height, and with precision of form she displays an absolute sense of central balance. She adorns herself in the simplicity of a ponytail, and the pretty frills of a pink tutu bounces in harmony with her keen silhouette as she leaps with strong and turned out legs and a pair of pointed toes that land gracefully into a soft plie. Adeptly prepared for the performance of her life at any given time, she remains constantly refined in the goodnes of a sturdy posture in showcase of a proud neckline and a head held high.
The bright and bubbly supergirl is an infinite strength of menacing surprises and bursting personality. Always up for a challenge, and involved with everthing. The inquisitive nature of the go-getter is that which asserts her drive to grasp a hold of anything that is set before her as she dares to go after it, and to conquer it with the means of her self-stature. Physically, she is unrestrained, as there seems to be nothing that the fearless fighter would hesistate to take on. Enforced by the charismatic character of a leader, she is one to warm her way into the hearts of those whom she approaches in her own way of contagious joy. Light-hearted and free-spirited, the only thing that she takes seriously is the task at hand.
This angelic being dances from the core of her entirety, with an energetic and forceful strength. She poises indefinitely and balances in any position of the dance given to her, as though time were standing still. Her strength is of character and the controlled ability to be defined by the capture of one moment at a time, through the framework of a fantastic existence. The greatest strength that she possesses is in her wind, spinning and turning multiples over in the circumference of her own spaces. The mellow demeanor of our celestial is indepted to the mere humility of her presence. Soft spoken, yet radiantly glowing with a vitality that surges through from her sturdy core, she smiles with her hypnotic eyes that seem to re-assure the world that when the wind blows there is hope that it will bring with it the courage to withstand the revolution of a generation of new days defined by the gravity by which one twirls on its axis. She was born to fly, and she soars in all of her glory when she becomes like the wind and reminds us all that true strength is of a true heart.
Imagine the perfect ballerina. She has bright eyes of innocence and a girlish smile that radiates like a burning flame. Her form is comprised of long and delicate lines of a lean and petite frame of moderate tone. A soft voice resounds from the demeanor of the coy brilliance of a well-delivered attitude; charming. Exquisitely, she uncurls her extensions to an impressive height, and with precision of form she displays an absolute sense of central balance. She adorns herself in the simplicity of a ponytail, and the pretty frills of a pink tutu bounces in harmony with her keen silhouette as she leaps with strong and turned out legs and a pair of pointed toes that land gracefully into a soft plie. Adeptly prepared for the performance of her life at any given time, she remains constantly refined in the goodnes of a sturdy posture in showcase of a proud neckline and a head held high.
The bright and bubbly supergirl is an infinite strength of menacing surprises and bursting personality. Always up for a challenge, and involved with everthing. The inquisitive nature of the go-getter is that which asserts her drive to grasp a hold of anything that is set before her as she dares to go after it, and to conquer it with the means of her self-stature. Physically, she is unrestrained, as there seems to be nothing that the fearless fighter would hesistate to take on. Enforced by the charismatic character of a leader, she is one to warm her way into the hearts of those whom she approaches in her own way of contagious joy. Light-hearted and free-spirited, the only thing that she takes seriously is the task at hand.
Glowing Globe
Who is she, and where did she come from? in perfect harmony, she salutes me. In perfect symmetry, she stands still. Her clear, welcoming eyes, I stare through, hoping to catch a glimpse of something special. But there is nothing. Nothing moves, nothing flutters. Aside from the twinkle of her inner light, there is nothing; just silence, just darkness. Wait! I see now. A watchman. Lurking, waiting, gazing. On this sweet body, sea breezed and sun kissed. Who would dare to disrupt the peace of this beautiful, quaint, statuesque art of she? Classical! As if composed by Mozart himself. But, then I forget, and then, I remember. Such beauty cannot go on without a watchman. Evils are of the world, and its quest is to conquer all things that are good. If she is not protected, the distorted will make this beauty void. Perhaps this is why such beauty is so aloof; so cold on this summer's night. behold, such beauty glows! As if an angel's white light were upon us. But, now, in the darkness, she stands alone. Guarded by the watchmen. Something special, I see, indeed. An angel who forgot that she could fly.
Hers is a great castle. It is the fortress that has been built upon the foundation by which there is no condemnation. the place that she owns is the sacred realm where dreams live as truth. In the divine garden, there are silent waters that run deeply throughout the earth, and the flow is far and wide, breathing baby's breaths of a timeless nature.
She Dances, like a miracles set forth by the Gods and All authority in the heavens. Like a bird, through the clouds, weightlessly, she leaps through the nothingness as if it were everything. She Dances, in all of the mystical mysteries that creates splendour and wonder and armour. In the glowing of the full moon, she lights up the darkest night. She become the angel of beauty and brightness and brings as blessings this offering to all who lay their eyes to rest, as She Dances. She Dances Incomparably. Amazement and bewilderment she brings to all whom know this, who have seen this. Invincibility is the aura of her movement, motioning like no other could dare to imagine. She becomes all that is everything, forever, when She Dances.
How beautiful art thou, that I couldnt even see, for I was blinded by the light of such great beauty. Whence once my eyes opened in blurring sight, I was deranged of darkness, I was blinded in your light. Hero of the night. Saviour of the souls. Pharoh of the right, ways to heavens odes. Sanctified in you, that you should order wills. the whole world shall observe, that faithless order kills. Life of light and love, and once more hearding flock, declarations of one love, one might, one power one rock.
Hers is a great castle. It is the fortress that has been built upon the foundation by which there is no condemnation. the place that she owns is the sacred realm where dreams live as truth. In the divine garden, there are silent waters that run deeply throughout the earth, and the flow is far and wide, breathing baby's breaths of a timeless nature.
She Dances, like a miracles set forth by the Gods and All authority in the heavens. Like a bird, through the clouds, weightlessly, she leaps through the nothingness as if it were everything. She Dances, in all of the mystical mysteries that creates splendour and wonder and armour. In the glowing of the full moon, she lights up the darkest night. She become the angel of beauty and brightness and brings as blessings this offering to all who lay their eyes to rest, as She Dances. She Dances Incomparably. Amazement and bewilderment she brings to all whom know this, who have seen this. Invincibility is the aura of her movement, motioning like no other could dare to imagine. She becomes all that is everything, forever, when She Dances.
How beautiful art thou, that I couldnt even see, for I was blinded by the light of such great beauty. Whence once my eyes opened in blurring sight, I was deranged of darkness, I was blinded in your light. Hero of the night. Saviour of the souls. Pharoh of the right, ways to heavens odes. Sanctified in you, that you should order wills. the whole world shall observe, that faithless order kills. Life of light and love, and once more hearding flock, declarations of one love, one might, one power one rock.
Blue Marine
We were playing fairy games of dances in the garden amongst the fliers and the flowers. the serene meadow was near a pristine body of running water. She danced and leapt over to me on the tips of her toes and twirled. with out-stretched arms and the bow of gracious virtue, she embraced the pure fluid within her cupped hands, and reached to the heavens. Suddenly, she released the grip of her grasp and the water fell from the clear sky, like a fountain of sprinkling spries. She then looked into me with clear and welcoming eyes that glittered with radiance, and her effervescent smile was as bright as the sun that lights the abounded celestial horizons.
Aged gracefully, like a fine wine of the vineyard, and of the most aromatic fragrant mists in the oxygen of the fresh breezing winds as they blow within her garden, constantly, she is refreshed by the supply of the good green grapes to filler her cup with. She vigilantly whispers as the voice of the wind, precise instructions to her methodic remedy, as the recipe for refinement of aesthetic perfection. One can only give what one owns and knows to distribute accordingly. She is the superb distinction. Pure, she is the rainmaker. Timeless is her wisdom. Her art is golden like the antique chalice of her blessed virgin vessel.
Her window, in the image of a woman standing upon a tall and pointed pillar, show that her arms are outstretched to her delicate finger tips in the shape of the magical oh chi circulation of energy. The golden yellow glow as the aura of the sun that lives within her shines in to greet her and surrounds the silhouette of her rainbow coloured body of flower petals that extend below her hips and act as a foundation from which her transparent wings found just below her shoulders extend upward and outward in preparation for the transcendance (trans-en-dance).
Her long neck holds her head high, as she carries the crown of time, the wisdom of the changing moon, and the enlightenment of the sun. Her days are green, as she sees only the goodness of the earth. An open heart and open mind meet to match her open arms that are outstretched to welcome the children into her prismatic aura of vibrant rainbow glows. On the blades of either shoulder sits the pair of reflective stars that sit in polarity within the heavens. One of the east and one of the west are her counterparts. The stars amongst her are mobile, in motion, with gusts of electricity behind them, as though filled with surges of lightning energy. They are being fired upward and together, toward a collision in the center of her crown, where they meet in perfect harmonic balance of syncronicity.
Like an open door to a world of windows, she infinitely expands the dimension of the realm by which we exist through the reciprocation of the one truth. Open to accept that which is coming, in faith and hope and love, she is the symbol of the water that flows and brings with it new life, washing away the remains of death, as the water flows to become an opening toward the coming of the birth of a greater day. She shows that truly we are all one being boundlessly interconnected by the ray of light within us as unique entities expressing the one being that we are.
She is a symbol of positivly conductive energy toward the ongoing influence of an inspired creativity, representative of a unified people toward the common objective of expressing the beauty of the universal truth by which and for which we have all been created. It is the overcoming of all obstacles as her arms outstretch up to te boundless heavens, and gives hope for life and light and love in the flow of energy in this window of water. In this way, we all stand to become free, as we establish a unity in order to serve the purpose of that freedom. It is because of this truth that we have established a central home based from which to dwell, and it is because of this reality that we are inspired to magic, in the flow by which we are called one.
Aged gracefully, like a fine wine of the vineyard, and of the most aromatic fragrant mists in the oxygen of the fresh breezing winds as they blow within her garden, constantly, she is refreshed by the supply of the good green grapes to filler her cup with. She vigilantly whispers as the voice of the wind, precise instructions to her methodic remedy, as the recipe for refinement of aesthetic perfection. One can only give what one owns and knows to distribute accordingly. She is the superb distinction. Pure, she is the rainmaker. Timeless is her wisdom. Her art is golden like the antique chalice of her blessed virgin vessel.
Her window, in the image of a woman standing upon a tall and pointed pillar, show that her arms are outstretched to her delicate finger tips in the shape of the magical oh chi circulation of energy. The golden yellow glow as the aura of the sun that lives within her shines in to greet her and surrounds the silhouette of her rainbow coloured body of flower petals that extend below her hips and act as a foundation from which her transparent wings found just below her shoulders extend upward and outward in preparation for the transcendance (trans-en-dance).
Her long neck holds her head high, as she carries the crown of time, the wisdom of the changing moon, and the enlightenment of the sun. Her days are green, as she sees only the goodness of the earth. An open heart and open mind meet to match her open arms that are outstretched to welcome the children into her prismatic aura of vibrant rainbow glows. On the blades of either shoulder sits the pair of reflective stars that sit in polarity within the heavens. One of the east and one of the west are her counterparts. The stars amongst her are mobile, in motion, with gusts of electricity behind them, as though filled with surges of lightning energy. They are being fired upward and together, toward a collision in the center of her crown, where they meet in perfect harmonic balance of syncronicity.
Like an open door to a world of windows, she infinitely expands the dimension of the realm by which we exist through the reciprocation of the one truth. Open to accept that which is coming, in faith and hope and love, she is the symbol of the water that flows and brings with it new life, washing away the remains of death, as the water flows to become an opening toward the coming of the birth of a greater day. She shows that truly we are all one being boundlessly interconnected by the ray of light within us as unique entities expressing the one being that we are.
She is a symbol of positivly conductive energy toward the ongoing influence of an inspired creativity, representative of a unified people toward the common objective of expressing the beauty of the universal truth by which and for which we have all been created. It is the overcoming of all obstacles as her arms outstretch up to te boundless heavens, and gives hope for life and light and love in the flow of energy in this window of water. In this way, we all stand to become free, as we establish a unity in order to serve the purpose of that freedom. It is because of this truth that we have established a central home based from which to dwell, and it is because of this reality that we are inspired to magic, in the flow by which we are called one.
The Glistening
The little charmed fairies are playing the games and fluttering like butterflies in the magical garden. Carelessly and care-freely, the high on sugar super novas, skip through the wonderland, buzzing like bees on the nectars from the flowers of the garden. Girls giddy on the pure air, hyper-activity surges through smiles and giggles and girlish chuckles. Flourescent lights of pixie dust glow in the night, as if they were fireflies, or beautiful butterflies coloured by the rainbow. Watch as they play with the rings of the promised land, dancing through the glorious garden of a spirited spree, springing leaps and bounds amidst the abundance of flowers and evergreens, waterfalls and streams of the tallest mountains, and lush horizons of its blue and green tranquility.
Ring play becomes the dance of the sisterhood, where girls rile and are born to roam the earth, and carry the wonders of its secrets with them in aimless whimsicality. Enchanted fairy princesses blissfully leap on twinkling toes as tinkling bells that are edgy in the ways of their own fearlessness. Foolish nature of the innocent rebels to tease and taunt the gremlin-gobs who play in the mud in the land below the fairest, as we laugh in giggling bliss that theyve never been able to beat us in a game of hide and seek, or even tagline, as we speedily race against time and space in featured presentation of our keen speed and skill in the play of the rings.
Flirtatious winks from girls of the glittered garden in a super sweet playground of ecstasy and splendor are evoking feelings of an enamored envy, because everyone wishes that they could be a part of something so special as to spend all of the days of their lives playing magical games of bliss in the wonderful garden with the enchanted fairest.
Ring play becomes the dance of the sisterhood, where girls rile and are born to roam the earth, and carry the wonders of its secrets with them in aimless whimsicality. Enchanted fairy princesses blissfully leap on twinkling toes as tinkling bells that are edgy in the ways of their own fearlessness. Foolish nature of the innocent rebels to tease and taunt the gremlin-gobs who play in the mud in the land below the fairest, as we laugh in giggling bliss that theyve never been able to beat us in a game of hide and seek, or even tagline, as we speedily race against time and space in featured presentation of our keen speed and skill in the play of the rings.
Flirtatious winks from girls of the glittered garden in a super sweet playground of ecstasy and splendor are evoking feelings of an enamored envy, because everyone wishes that they could be a part of something so special as to spend all of the days of their lives playing magical games of bliss in the wonderful garden with the enchanted fairest.
The Colour Wheel
A story about two lines, that led toward the great bear and the great cat, both supreme in their worlds. They were forbidden to know one another, but it appened, that they became lovers. Their life child was the monkey, and the beast could stand and walk upright, and could use its paws in unlawful ways. They became an abomination and were considered outcasts and curious pests of the kingdoms, both of which, from the bears and the cats, decided to exile upon these kind. Expelled, they were forced to find their own way. Their curiosity for life soon became ideas and solutions and discoveries... This breed could think!
The two races fought like cats and dogs, and were sworn enemies for this reason. They fought over the land and claim over all the earth. The two were completely separate kind, of different evolutionary spectrums, and from different worlds, with nothing in common. They were total opposites of the polar range, and whenever they were near, chaotic sparks flew, and there was a madness and a disturbance of peace. The king of the heavens and mother of the earth, decided to have one thing in common, that the children would be kept separately, as not meant to fuse, for the sake of them not fueling the fire.
Heads of household placed an order that it be forbidden to associate with the fruit of the enemy. But opposites attracted and it was so that during the combative contact of one dispute, the king of heaven and the mother of earth fell into love in the passionate heat of the moment, and out of their great love, was born a true fusion, the new line.
The king and queen were so proud of their new creation and prized it over anything else that ever was, or could be. The new litter was to become the envy of all of the land. King and queen tried to make a new beginning together, to stay as one and to share the empire as equals. And out of this love that was thought would bring union, there was a war.
The rivals produced rebels amongst themselves. The new generation called the "Monks" (Monkeys) would now choose sides with the "Dods" or "Cats" (Dodgers and Cattle/ Bears and Cats), and would set out to compete against one another to prove who would be the best. Some were loyal to the king and queen, and stayed true to the new commandment for love in unity. These heirs to the throne would observe the war, yet remained neutral, in study and meditative observation. These were the true monks. Rebels were royally banned from the bounties of the heritage for the kingdom, and pledged to choose a new leader from among them, to find a new way.
Of the Monks, these complex new species were representative of perfect balance. The merging fusion was the creation of an ultimate design of physically and mental perfection. They represented night and day, darkness and light, light and low, in and out, up and down, east and west, north and south... they were everything. The fusion was love, and it set the soul free. These kind are the charmed ones, born out of the trinity of dieties; the masculine, the feminine, and the child. The child, symbolic of earth, is the absolute dimensional projection as a mirrored reflection as the true state of the world, from its core, to its fingertips, as the end of the universe. As earth has evolved, so has the monks generation. These eventually became known as man.
Man has arise from being the social outcase of the animal kingdom. He was taught to fight against his own self, because of his own struggles with identity and reality, complexes arise and define and individuality due to the decisions made toward perception and resolution of truth. Man, unlike Monks, believe in idealism and purpose and value, and live in a social infrastructure primarily instituted toward reason. Of this way, there must be a reason, an answer to the question. If there are no reasons, then there would be no solution to the problem. There must be a solution to our problems, because we are Man, and we are born ouf the sin and betrayal of our forefathers forbidden conquest of love. Today the questions have been answered. "IAM" the answer to the question. What I am searching for. Why I am still searching. It is the curse of duality. It is the blessing of perfection that we seek to know and to understand that we might accept fully.
Unlike Man's reality, Nymphs are dreamers and exist in a world of surreality. For every fairy tale you've ever known, it was the dream of a happily ever after and her prince coming to save her from the beast. It is to break the spell and set her free from the curse. A freedom in the balance of courtship and love. She exists in a pure world where there are no monsters or spells or curses that she should know to fear, but when she dreams of happily and her prince, the world that stands between them is in fact the startling nightmare that imprisons her as she awaits for the time, faithfully, hopefully, and in love, true to her self for all time. All she really wants is for his lifelong friendship, to stay with her and protect her from the world called Man. She tells a story of his saving her from the terrible world, and happily ever after, she dances and sings as he watches over her and protects her with his love and armour. Nymphs are virginal lovers of romance and the dreams are dances that provide an inspiration for the whole world, that the light be ignited to illumine the souls of all who slumber in the darkness.
In the spring all things reveal themselves. the cocoon unravels, the shell breaks, the egg hatches. the flower blooms and blossoms brightly as a fragrant fuit of new life in the garden. the season of spring has come as the fourth quart of the third cycle has passed. Today, in the new day of the new time, we come forth as children of the light. We are the stars and the time has come to shine, to glow, to burn. It is the time, in the first quart of the quad cycle. It is the season of heaven, the squared, the quarter. Where everything exists at its prime.
The two races fought like cats and dogs, and were sworn enemies for this reason. They fought over the land and claim over all the earth. The two were completely separate kind, of different evolutionary spectrums, and from different worlds, with nothing in common. They were total opposites of the polar range, and whenever they were near, chaotic sparks flew, and there was a madness and a disturbance of peace. The king of the heavens and mother of the earth, decided to have one thing in common, that the children would be kept separately, as not meant to fuse, for the sake of them not fueling the fire.
Heads of household placed an order that it be forbidden to associate with the fruit of the enemy. But opposites attracted and it was so that during the combative contact of one dispute, the king of heaven and the mother of earth fell into love in the passionate heat of the moment, and out of their great love, was born a true fusion, the new line.
The king and queen were so proud of their new creation and prized it over anything else that ever was, or could be. The new litter was to become the envy of all of the land. King and queen tried to make a new beginning together, to stay as one and to share the empire as equals. And out of this love that was thought would bring union, there was a war.
The rivals produced rebels amongst themselves. The new generation called the "Monks" (Monkeys) would now choose sides with the "Dods" or "Cats" (Dodgers and Cattle/ Bears and Cats), and would set out to compete against one another to prove who would be the best. Some were loyal to the king and queen, and stayed true to the new commandment for love in unity. These heirs to the throne would observe the war, yet remained neutral, in study and meditative observation. These were the true monks. Rebels were royally banned from the bounties of the heritage for the kingdom, and pledged to choose a new leader from among them, to find a new way.
Of the Monks, these complex new species were representative of perfect balance. The merging fusion was the creation of an ultimate design of physically and mental perfection. They represented night and day, darkness and light, light and low, in and out, up and down, east and west, north and south... they were everything. The fusion was love, and it set the soul free. These kind are the charmed ones, born out of the trinity of dieties; the masculine, the feminine, and the child. The child, symbolic of earth, is the absolute dimensional projection as a mirrored reflection as the true state of the world, from its core, to its fingertips, as the end of the universe. As earth has evolved, so has the monks generation. These eventually became known as man.
Man has arise from being the social outcase of the animal kingdom. He was taught to fight against his own self, because of his own struggles with identity and reality, complexes arise and define and individuality due to the decisions made toward perception and resolution of truth. Man, unlike Monks, believe in idealism and purpose and value, and live in a social infrastructure primarily instituted toward reason. Of this way, there must be a reason, an answer to the question. If there are no reasons, then there would be no solution to the problem. There must be a solution to our problems, because we are Man, and we are born ouf the sin and betrayal of our forefathers forbidden conquest of love. Today the questions have been answered. "IAM" the answer to the question. What I am searching for. Why I am still searching. It is the curse of duality. It is the blessing of perfection that we seek to know and to understand that we might accept fully.
Unlike Man's reality, Nymphs are dreamers and exist in a world of surreality. For every fairy tale you've ever known, it was the dream of a happily ever after and her prince coming to save her from the beast. It is to break the spell and set her free from the curse. A freedom in the balance of courtship and love. She exists in a pure world where there are no monsters or spells or curses that she should know to fear, but when she dreams of happily and her prince, the world that stands between them is in fact the startling nightmare that imprisons her as she awaits for the time, faithfully, hopefully, and in love, true to her self for all time. All she really wants is for his lifelong friendship, to stay with her and protect her from the world called Man. She tells a story of his saving her from the terrible world, and happily ever after, she dances and sings as he watches over her and protects her with his love and armour. Nymphs are virginal lovers of romance and the dreams are dances that provide an inspiration for the whole world, that the light be ignited to illumine the souls of all who slumber in the darkness.
In the spring all things reveal themselves. the cocoon unravels, the shell breaks, the egg hatches. the flower blooms and blossoms brightly as a fragrant fuit of new life in the garden. the season of spring has come as the fourth quart of the third cycle has passed. Today, in the new day of the new time, we come forth as children of the light. We are the stars and the time has come to shine, to glow, to burn. It is the time, in the first quart of the quad cycle. It is the season of heaven, the squared, the quarter. Where everything exists at its prime.
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