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“I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat 
What else does there remain for us to realise” Unseeking Seeker

When the sun and soul  
speak in seraphic silence,  
I listen to the sacred songs  
within my inner psyche,  
resonating with vibrant vibrations  
amidst macabre melodies,  
tapping on gardenia gateways  
crafted in sheer gracefulness.

In stillness, when the solar  
skies are wrapped  
in cosmic eruptions,  
portraying the angst  
suppressed within,  
I rise and shine as the glimmer  
of purified gold outlining  
the phoenix moon  
with citrine cinders,  
while ego consistently  
tries to veil the jasmine radiance,  
like dominoes falling  
in shifting patterns within  
porcelain prosperity.  
But I refuse to be trapped  
in a vortex of vicious visions,  
persisting in following  
clusters of cluttered thoughts.  
I embrace myself beyond any  
conditioned concepts  
that seek validation  
from superficial voices
and material artifacts.

The mind of a spirit  
consumed with fears  
is a capricious entity,  
stealing the perennial  
blades of fragrant ferns  
thriving in the wildflower woods  
of silken serenity.  
So tonight, I strum  
with patience and mindfulness  
delicate strings of vulnerability,  
tuning sanguine symphonies  
that drift and waver  
out of harmony,  
to illustrate a choir of pixie fairies,  
illuminating the magic of love  
from self-acceptance.

For I am both dusk and dawn;  
amethyst ashes 
and emerald embers,  
chanting muted mantras  
to the rhythm of Kundalini.  
I’ve seen dandelions  
dance like dragonflies  
before twinkling trinkets.  
I’ve waltzed through 
cascading fire,  
hypnotized by the luminous light  
that gently envelops  
my mystical ink.  
I’ve heard the 
wintry willows whisper  
woeful odes into 
the nocturnal night.  
I was once tangled in  
narcissistic games of fickleness,  
and I’ve tasted scathing opinions  
served on silver platters.  
Yet, I still feel the
aesthetic warmth 
of intuitive spring  
radiate in roseate rituals,  
unlocking the crown chakra to  
align with chamomile constellations,  
in complete divinity.  
Through nurtured nature,  
I’ve attained sublime euphoria  
bestowed from the seventh star,  
reflecting God’s heartbeat.

O enlightened heart,  
let the wind and waves  
intertwine to paint  
a halcyon horizon,  
while galaxies sketch  
eagle-winged silhouettes  
from unicorn flashes.  
The mauve Milky Way
witnesses how 
cashmere seas of  
clouds reveal an Elysian crescent,  
awakening a tranquil  
twilight etched with a zestful zenith.
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