As my Angels as my guideI know I'll make it home aliveseeing you cryhide awayfrom the painand the miserylonging to helpnow, no longer ashamedliving yet another daymy heart bled a thousand roses that...
... lingered for eternity in your lifenow I'm entrapped and chantingwanting and yearningno way outcontradictionfatal afflictionattraction disasteryour eyes they sheen under tears drying under your desert iristhose chains burned to ashI scattered them with the brashof my soulmy day is now longerforever you are in frontmy chains are gonefear meltedlove succeededmy memories evadedperceptionbut the chains have gone, you are freeno longer bound by the chains of fearor swimming in desolationseeking the lightpower of the nightyou're the only one who can make it rightbe at restbe at peace.
Colour my soul with your etheric crayonspaint my skin with eternal angelic wingscaress thy crown with purple lavender
Romans 12:3 – “For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of yourself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.”
It hertz like love at 5:28 in the afternoon. Scatter the roses on my bed. Spray the oils around our room.
Stay true to the heart and the mind. The green heart chakra that connects us with the green earth. Be assured, your existence is considerable. Have the courage to go on even in self reliance, stand in the dark days of adversary.
Pslam 46:10 – He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.”
Be still, know that everything is energy. That you were born from energy, that you will transmute into a different energy upon departure.
Blue, the colour of forgiveness. My favourite colour. Forgiveness is not weakness. It is acceptance. It is to achieve a higher state of self love and care than a lot of other people. I have been there, I have forgiven. I have felt the reward and been blessed by angels for my actions. You can’t expect to reach the better state of existence without giving it a try. The hardest part is acceptance and then, forgiveness. There is no easy path. You were not born because it was easy. Quite the opposite. You are here because life is a challenging journey. You should never be ashamed of who you are or what you want in life. Good people know in their hearts, that they are good.
I can’t profess to have all the answers, or to be able to give you a lot of information. I cannot give you a lot because you simply have to learn or experience it for yourselves. To rely on others experiences and understanding wouldn’t be fair to yourself or make sense. One journey or life is not identical to another. In turn and time, you will come to realise your own destiny and meaning. Transformation as represented by the butterfly, from larvae to having wings. Just as a hero must take a vast journey to sleigh a great evil. Just as the angels are helping people everyday to get their wings. So too, you shall know in time what it means to fly for yourself.
Forgiveness doesn’t come easily. Although to forgive is to be more powerful, it does not absolve those impure of heart or mind of sin. Repentance is needed. You cannot be expected to forgive without repentance. I don’t think we as humans are expected to go this far, although it does and will continue to happen, because here on earth, there is some incredible people. Bad people supposedly forgiving their evil brothers of sin, are no more enlightened, as their gains and relations are founded on evil intentions.
On that point, time to end.
Luke 12:3-4 – “Take heed to yourselves: If thy brother trespass against thee, rebuke him; and if he repent, forgive him. And if he trespass against thee seven times in a day, and seven times in a day turn again to thee, saying, I repent; thou shalt forgive him.“
Light pouring from the heart
heart of fibers, of blood and flesh
riveting river of oily cellulites
fluidly moving onto new pastures
where we can feel our outlets
becoming a mush of dreaming dwarves
yet there is a silver coil
and black clouds
out of which spurt many a dime
where the heart can only dream of the sublime.
Waking up to the same days,
watching the fools laugh at others,
seeing them buy nothing at all of worth,
and I see the sun,
when I wake up,
content.Days are fire,life is full of liars,daring to speak of the higher,just another nightmare.So much to reach for,to sense, heal,yet I can't wait to escape,where I am destined to go to?
Probably just a blank sphere,