How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
Underneath the energyCalled skin, IAm weighted, aReinvented spawn ofSeeds processed throughUniversal time. You said youDidn't know howsuch things happen. You lied.I felt it inside. I sat confirmed,In the least, smiling.They were duped, used,Arrogantly believed itWas special giftsThey received. Oh, you fools.We gave you nothing. Instead, we insured aPlanetary pureness, afterYou had purged the Mother,Wringing her … Continue reading Underneath
The Current Tide
TiredMoroseFlatThis feels likeAn aftermathOf the rubbleFrom a space shuttleI was never meantTo depart from. Thinking of homeI am a Universal vagabondWith my heart strapped on;Ripped so many timesThere is no more liningFor stitches,So I wrap it in twineTie a knot inside my chestA place to tetherThe sadness. Stop trying to fixThe broken heartedWith your big … Continue reading The Current Tide
What does it feel likeTo be a ghost shunned;A soul un-grieved,Un-missed and unforgiven? In the hovering bowelsOf mysticism where theCynics hang their hats,She waits to beAcknowledged. In these times thereIs a satisfaction in thisInter-dimensional reaction;When spirit feels the wishingJust like we didWhen we were littleAnd hurting. "You are undeserving." I see her thereWeeping. She isRepeating … Continue reading Un-Acknowledged
The Song Of a Universe
My heart strings feelSo full of loveThese days ICould let my eyesSeep the delight Humanoids call themTears of joy I have morphed intoTriangulated dimensionsNew friendshipsBeautiful intentionWe are here risingWaiting over, loves, thisIs Ascension Light gathers likeWater and seashoreBuilding moreAnd moreMoving sandAnd stoneWe build homes fromAshes and disaster We are warrior and depthAdept at flying, hiding,Smiling … Continue reading The Song Of a Universe
Listening To Molecules
who stole your pearls? who ripped into your shell without mercy, leaving you shattered, thirsting; mourning? who broke you and told you that you weren't the all supreme of your own being? who closed your eyes; made your love die, until every cell, each fiber, ached from the heartbreak? who reminds you of your exquisite … Continue reading Listening To Molecules
We wonder why humans find other beings so fantastical. I wonder if they understand the depth of ego underlying this fascination. As if for some reason you are different, simply because of your form. For some, simply curious angst for the unknown. We are not fascinated with humans. We know your greatness. We simply observe … Continue reading Your Fascination
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