Tortured souls regain control,
Of a life someone stole,
We were told many lies,
The soul never dies,
It tries to reach you,
So, you let it through,
But you have too much to do,
And it's clouding your view,
Staying true to a plan,
you act on command,
Fulfilling others demands,
Working to understand,
Where you truly stand,
They say they own the land,
and control the Grand scheme,
Yet it seems only one sided,
Everyone is now divided,
Their power comes uninvited,
It's time we become reunited,
living clear sighted,
Excited about your connection,
Delighted we can make corrections,
Letting the infection heal,
The world is yours for real,
It's created by how you feel,
Only you control the wheel,
Don't let anyone steal,
Your Souls unique appeal.
To be Vessels of Selflessness
we're understanding that
through birth is our future unfolding;
carried upon the shoulders of guiltlessness;
through minds of inoffensiveness;
embraced by hands of innocuousness
and immersion..
In..
a world weaved through universal beholding;
we're creating with a heartfelt devotion;
touched by soul-moving adoration;
passing timeless connection;
for non-religious veneration
and amazement..
With..
our Beings' undeniable amorous Calling;
by the realization of the perceptual embodiment
of our Souls inevitable arbitraments
through their final awakenments
and remembrance of commitment
and loyalty..
To..
this place of Love and Belonging;
of immense transcended integrity.
That through deep Soulmate equality
we embedded Love as limitless security
for our children's souls immortality
and balance..
That..
They may Rise through their life's Morning;
safely see with a clear sighted acceptance.
Hear the Universe's never-ending resonance;
breathe the Now's vast guidance
of each moments healing absorbance
and recognition..
They are each Individual One's
and gifts of Love
The roads which I have travelled
and the turns I choose to make
were of my own making
my choices for to make
Perhaps at times they may not have been
the shrewdest or clear sighted
and oft times they brought consequences
somewhat uninvited
For errors I've made I've begged forgiveness
many many times
and in my way I've tried to pay
the penance of the fines
Lessons which I learned from life
often came too late
and mistakes I made are difficult
to clean from off the slate
There are those who never will forgive
a slip made in the past
and those who should be wary
the first stone for to cast
The good and bad decisions
which salt and pepper my trek
are mine to wear forever
as a millstone round my neck
Forgiveness for my flaws and falls
is all I ask of you
so that I may then forgive myself
for all the wrongs I rue
Here stand we again
ready to grow
Entering into iron bonds
of matrimony ho-
ly unpredictable, of course, but
And this is their kindest cut:
Since we've each stood there before
We'll walk clear-sighted through this door
Embrace twin pillars of lasting marriage
before us thrust ~
One, of communication
The other, of trust
Love is not a noun- it is a verb
For it is not an abstract idea
Love is not a feeling
or saying someone is nice when they are not
Love for an enemy
does not mean,not punishing their wrong
Love is not taught
rather it is caught
Love of the agape kind...
an affair of the will
agape
the greatest gift
remains
clear sighted
curative
a treasure of the heart
love with no expectation
on seeing reality
continues
to love
agape
again&again
an act
of the will
infused inspired
by
grace
made manifold
I have expanded
on the theory
of reincarnation
beyond
that
of comming back
as a human being, or
other animal,
or plant
of some sort.
Maybe
some,
the exceptionally clear-sighted,
become a thought or philosophy,
enfused
in
those who need this chemical
jolt the most.
So, the bitter loner,
aging before his prime
has
a
turn
of perspective.
This
becomes
a boisterous
truth
singing off-
tune
accapella.
Always take care
of those who love you,
for devotion
comes with a slim few.
Always you should
live up your time alone;
But, the point is
to love and to be loved
always genuinely
always generously.
In the spiritual quest for all that is best
I discover another who is seeking it too.
A superior material that's ripe for a touch,
To feel it and test it and kneel with it much.
And our fingertips linger and our palms are like psalms,
Measuring treasure, holding with pleasure,
The body so real of our holy ideal.
And the words pop, and the seekings stop.
O perfect independent, resplendent, so fine,
I draw you within me to drink you like wine.
And the feast of a lifetime thrills at our lips
And the sparkles are felt and the bubbles dealt.
One hundred percent proof is our stunning truth
And we are the drunkards full of our tankards.
O calm, clear-sighted, rational sun,
Material superior, integrity spun,
A new year is dawning, new life rushing on,
Achievements and profits, new promises sung,
And I have you and you have me,
And we are the bottle pouring so free!
Circumspection,cpmprehension,commitment
CERTAINTY !
Counsel,carer,clear-sighted
CLARITY !
Comforter,curing,curative
CHARITY !
Co-ordinator,clergy,courier
CONTRIBUTOR !
CONVERSATION,crusading,colloquies
CADEAU !
CHRIST ! CHURCH ! CHARISMATA !
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