Tag: Transcendence

The Sufi’s Soul Surfing Eye

I will always be there for a silent suggestion winked the Twinkle in the Sky . it mocked my eye . the sufi’s soul surfing eye as a canon music mystic you pay mystic to the Indian Sky sufi for sutification that’s why the sufi’s soul is its delivery the essence aromafies the memory

I Have A Birdsmobile For Your Back

Psychology turned into a flight festival, within the pages of inquiry. Let it expose abundant rays! A different league ascends, as I make ends! Feed me Creation’s stopwatch, it’s ultra-static… what I navigate all the time. I will catch a fire to finish through. For no one despises the ecstasy or re-age of refinery. Air plane…

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You Are A Beautiful Soul World

every fiber of my being is a portal of receptivity i am an orb, a channel of sound a radiating holograph for my memory gown this aura is profound a precious gift, a lifeline of wit you are more than ever deemed fit you channel solstice in immeasurable legit combating stiffness for fluid movement

Let Them Know The Angels Are Upon Them

do you realize what you are? yes. i want the world to realize only because i want them to have faith in the divine, not me. to know that magic happens all over and around. within and without. pure belief in love.

Marble Mystery

A mystery is the greater me Mending high notes into Words that breed Quotes that read ambiguity Words that bleed Sending high quotes holding Quantum radius collectivity

The Speech On The Other Side

i can’t even speak because i’m speechless…. this order of motion directs my wing span, lifts my air tone so i know i’m not alone this i hone in spite of loathe i centralized a levered fate in spells of Whisper’s golden gate

I’ve Been Levitating All Morning

Everything is so ceasingly random or divine 
I’m laying in a pool of rhymes jewel laced time 
expelling artifacts & future stacks worthy to expand the mind 
Vocation assigned this I sign, this is a sign 
it’s just everything is so ceasingly random or divine though seeking through the find marks in mazes 
it’s this…

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They Heal In Every Word Of Insanity

dimples and stiltskin a beat in my heart’s rim unconfined is a liberty a vital jolt of analogy a pure ridden of sanity a massive entailed majesty a monarch entitlement of what is real to me