we never know what it takes what we bring that soon creates a shift in self to market fate that ties all knots to reinstate cosmically connected within our frame, we’re all the same we feel their pain, as life heals the heart of man, we understand
Tag: Soul
A Cycle, An Inner Cycle, A Study Of Unity
here in the bright Awakening of a soul’s delight I am truer to myself, what is exposed is a birthrite the image of the Goddess transcended through I the power of communion descended with fire the union of deliverance inscripted in time awakens all souls to the crevasse of Light
Palace Heavy
I have about a head full of scenes fit for a monarch title Queen explaining them all would be a petty fleet as opposed to living through this timeless Royalty
A Mystic, A Mice, A Yoketh Twice
I have this bliss It never goes away Peace Music Pipe Music What cloud dropped my way? Is Painting the same thing as Praying? I’m sure, in fact I’d say For every accent in motion blends proper note a raise
Bleeding To Death
I like the grime of a spontaneous truth Death’s simple elixir of sugar coat just won’t do Honesty killed me, finally, now it’s after you We must die to the truth, we were made to die new
Telepath En-Tap
Strike cordially I’m an empath of sound I rejuvenated to strike the Master Art I’m a matriarch of sound
Nature’s Framework
My innerwork content All the Bliss of what scars us remains Lose myself in the service of soul Lost it may, my limit is blown Along with my mind What inspired this line Was a manifold chime Resulting in rhyme
A Melody, A Mystery, A Majesty
a word, a thought, a deed reflected out of me reflecting proper melody
You And Me Were Silent Writing In Matrimony
I have this limit I have this crazy limit God a soul train vision to the shelter of wisdom I was passionate with my dreams and them being filled Billing the epiphany that led the Will God said I harvest you pleasing the fact you choose to interact You light my map amidst the gap…
Age’s Wisdom
This is your book contained in age This is your age contained it may The real bliss of what empties us remains ultimately to know you, Wisdom of the ages