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In this moment purpose is here, shining its radiant light on to the earth. A perpetual burning star, it shines from your higher heart being simply what it is. Life will grow in its heat, without a thought of its significance or its methods. It knows without knowing and spirals upward in effortlessness as the natural rotation of its beingness. The thought of a tree would not presume to agree with the meaning an function of its existence. It simply does what it is created to do. it simply is its essence. Untouched by doubt, and unlimited by an idea of certainty.

 

Your are joy in expression. You are life essence incarnate, with… Read More

A silent passion ferments in the cellar of your heart. Aged and rife with pressure it expands, seeking to pour over the rim of its vessel. Its garnet liquid, alive with fire, ebbing and pooling in the currents of a growing desire. This passion prays for its release, its celebration, its expression and its increase. Embedded into earth, reaching into the sun, its silent call carried in a subtle perfume that you can scarcely smell. A swell of life, pregnant with creation, aching in the belly of the unrealized. A secret wish carried below, its weight a gravity and a burden your longing must bestow.

Seeking your sacred gem hiding from the… Read More

Riding on a feather from an Angel's wing,
suspended in the air by grace,
gently unfolding in a vibrating tone,
spiraling like stars through space.

Riding on a feather from an Angel's wing,
suspended in the air by a sound,
delicately unfolding in a single phrase,
falling like rain to the ground.


Streams of softness silently singing
what words would only shroud.
Volumes conveyed in the essence of such,
never to be spoken aloud.

Feeling the touch of a holy gown,
finely woven robes of light,
the sacred vestures of our humbled souls,Read More

The rising sun comes to chase the away the dreams of the night. A light born of the fire of truth, forever burning away the unreal. Darkness is this day pealed away by the dawning heat that warms the face of the lucid watcher, humbly receptive to the majesty of its blessings. For now the night has gone and given its treasures back to the sea, and yet she is still calling me, calling to take me into her depths, calling for me to dive beneath the waves and dream in the shade of night again. What this light reveals the eyes will see behind, for the witness has seen a vision not her own and turns away from what she mistook as true. A temptation to… Read More

Your heart beat, however faint and distant, quietly drones in my ear, steadily sounding the primordial call. Like a lighthouse on the shores of the Great Sea, its gentle rhythm points the way to you. I felt the warmth of your breath, but I did not see your lungs. I felt the wind of your movement, but I did not see your spiral dance. But for a thin curtain of flesh to blind the vision of the eye. A veil of tissue and bone to masquerade what you have made. This guardian of the threshold, this curtain of mercurial steel, lead in matter, but gold in spirit, paraded in the empty and unreal.
In the vision of you this tinny layer of skin was parted… Read More