Our breath is our connection to the Spirit Calm down for the expectation you might feel it Hear this, that what enters exits with a bang It’s your duty to refurbish and contain Remains suitable for a first class ride Search inside, there is beauty An instant guide The realest vibe, there surely is Seek…
Tag: Peace
The Faucet of your Mind
Do not speak doubt For perfection’s call is here Though it may seem desolate Like the whole world has disappeared Trust in my hand I have created you, perfected Along with every square of land Every space of matter has the breath of my expanse You are chosen and whole Doubt is only a ghost Left…
Naked Soul
A call to retrieve in order to receive, is the message my spirit has relayed. To reflect, to interject from the routine, is where I will be. Away, isolated though never alone, in the peace of my Maker’s throne. Filling up this shallow cup to overflow my naked soul.
The Cave Where Our Spirit Retreats
This heaviness holds a key to free the attachments I’ve created inside of me If I stand true, emerge and relinquish the bitter seed the blossoming beauty will overtake my desire of greed Do not feed the crippling stench there is absolutely no merit to be quenched Our calcified vessels will expand and receive when the…
Remembrance
This is the appointed time The time when prophetic weavings Overrule the ritualistic mind Where we are free to set sail Where dogmatic instillings are derailed A place we are whole, immersed in peace A great resting place for our soul to keep To remember this has always been Is to open up, release and…
Ultimate Reality
I am starting to see the beauty of the flow what really matters and how life is suppose to go What is important and what is obsolete what holds true value and what carries ultimate peace These materialistic items in the way remove the heartfelt sense of praise That is innately intertwined to our spirits…
The Recompense and the Sun
What if you had three days left? Would all your insecurities fade? Would everything you have aspired to, be in vain? Would the beauty of the scene be echoing in your private dreams? Or would you run? Would you hide? Would you be in disbelief? In utter assurance of what is to keep? In fear?…
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