Do not interject My most passionate words I am relaying dignity enlightened for manifest material, you are My ethereal nightingale, of a most precious identity you are My messenger for what you can’t comprehend the deed
Tag: Healing
Quiet Dreams With A Loud Voice
My life is a master prophet I bleed according to the Will of my conscience An honest whim of insight set within I never mock what has been given freely I don’t discount a win
God Loves Me, She Puts Me Ahead
She came to console my soul, for the Spirit had within it the power to heal it Quietly She kneeled in a tongues of uttering wheels Brandyn, please do not regard another’s strength that is trans-denial ….I felt the pause of the trial…. made amends and gapped the vile So I strengthened what was on me and reduced the…
Vishuddha
The saying of the mouth is in the throat better known as an antidote
Summer Nightly Breeze I Want To Remember
what if i never got the chance to repay you or tell you I love you in a way you maybe didn’t know perhaps I didn’t show exactly what you meant to me and now I hold unfinished fairplay within this mind of mercy I only long to turn key into your memory scattered to the…
So Mad In Mystery
Make Way Your Treasure Path to Me Flight of Inquiry Weight of Mysterious = Wings of a Sting So Mad in Mystery
Yoga Can Only Be Given To The Soul
If I could ask for anything a clear mind would be my everything Simply, immersed in peace what else is necessary? Nature, Yoga, Poetry, Tea Yoga is my poetry as I am down on my knees I am Nature as this wish is my tea
Tonight I Have 16 Hundred Thousand Friends
I can’t stop seeing angels They catch me when I fall They come and I didn’t even call They must have known their brethren’s heart This is what friends do They surround you in an effervescent truth They’ve helped me, I’d say I’ve helped them too A give and take of beauty, a divine duty A fruitful mission of a heavenly position Tonight I have 16 hundred…
I’m Entranced By A Soul Who Wins
Back to basics sometimes it takes A root awakening of utter displacement To correct what was out of tune To align what is in front of you Pain is the process discomfort is its partner The final outcome in range just beyond your minor phase Full grown truth at last we choose, only to begin again This cycle…
She Stops To Write Stories, She Fills Up The Universe Whenever She Feels
The world is thirsty for stories bleeding hearts and wounded benchmarks This helps us heal from our own humanity Speak forth your truth to me forever we’ll merge towards our birthright, our destiny
Aubrey's Arch 