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"free from conditioned belief 
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself” - Unseeking Seeker

Faith is more than a mere noun,
       phrased within fragile pages
of a tailored manuscript;
       it is a way of life,
found in the zestful air we breathe,
         in the hushed haze 
                    of peace and intrinsic love.

I bloom like a lotus,
floating through silence~
tied to tulip-twinkles of twilight,
turning nautical stripes
into midnight prayers,
sailing through the skyline
like a cultural odyssey,
facing the eyes of
the speechless sun,
to untangle brutal tendrils
chaining my sapphire spirit
to terrains of ashes,
smudged with societal lies
and narrow perceptions.

And as the wind blows
cinnamon hymns,
I listen to the heartbeat
of the horizon,
adorned with balmy auroras,
ricocheting runes engraved
within the pristine pillars
that hold firm the hibiscus haven~
a sanctuary that hears not the mantras
of megalomaniac meadows,
too consumed by stereotypes
and prewritten scriptures,
curled into clusters of constraints,
sprinkling superficial sparkles
to hypnotize the naive.

O utopian chateau,
I choose to soar free,
like a peacock plume
swirling in sync with
the lilac light of falcon fortitude,
and the timeless pulse of the Almighty,
unshakable from the
gusts and gales 
enveloping my conscience
like a maroon maelstrom of misery.
I choose to follow
the soothing shimmers,
of the morning stars,
letting go of the
tempest of Midas’ touch~
   labels and ego,
   discrimination and darkness,
   materialism and fickleness,
while the icy weeds
in my skin unfurl
   empathy and kindness,
aware of sacred states
sewn with threads of
   karma and kundalini.

I am the soulful veins
of an amaranthine leaf,
   flawed in fire,
embracing the 
fluorescent frequencies
that ebb and flow
like waves of wisdom,
surfing through fogs of fairy-tears,
like sea-glass smoke
kissing the porcelain 
  sands of serenity.

So, between the melodious mists
of the breeze and the blue,
there I find a reason
to rise and rinse stained ripples,
while attuned with
the butterfly dews resting upon
divine diamonds of blissfulness.
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