staying as we are in a thought rested state
we notice all chakras in our head have merged
so as a globe of bliss we reshape our fate
in body urn where energies have converged
mirroring light of Self that does not abate
that we may anoint ourself having been purged
assigning no meaning to bliss magnetism
motionless yet vibrant in mind-body prism
You are a mystery my best friend.
I am most happy when you message me.
Best days are when we get to talk.
worst days are when you are distant.
I love you so much my Eve my Kami My Anastasia you are my everything.
So far each day I pray you are cared for by Jesus that he looks after you.
When I dream about Jesus he is my best friend and he created her and me.
Jesus thank you for creating Her my dream person.
you Eve are the Light in my darkness the truth to my happiest moments.
Every time I think of Eve, Kami, Ana I think of Love she is Love itself.
My dearest friend I only pray for her to Trust in Jesus and pray to him for Our Love to win.
I love you dear Eve my first friend I ever made on my own and my best friend from forever.
I will always love you dear Kami forever.
By noon the autumn sky has turned to rust.
A crimson dust has settled on my tongue.
Across the dark valley, I feel the storm;
My body turns towards the sheltered door.
And yet I cannot make myself go back.
There is a space between the wish to hide
And that first step beyond the reach of home.
I need not lose my fear to take a step.
The thunder breaks. I flinch beneath its force.
My hands still shake; the wind has not grown kind.
I feel my frightened self begin to rise,
Then let the breath I hold escape at last.
No bridge of stone can cross the space between
The fear I feel and what I need to do.
I lift my foot above the sodden leaves
And step into the storm on trembling feet.
right from the time we wake up till we sleep
we flow with tides as they arise inside
sensing bliss mists osmotically seep
each cell of form bridging every divide
that formless presence may then wingless glide
in the void standing tall as a bliss squall
responding mindfully when life does call
Under stars in the heavens,
And before Your crown,
Dear God of love,
I come to You now:
With each prayer, every question,
Crucified ‘neath my brow,
And the tears falling in,
Should be pouring out;
So, let the case be opened;
Hear my fervent cry,
When each word as a hem,
To emotion draws nigh –
Lost in a sea of bodies
they all just drown me out
I feel the current of their disinterest
not giving up, pulling me down
the glitter on my face, it must’ve lost its shine
I’m still writing this story
that has stood the test of time
a glimpse in my direction has become something so rare
at the hottest spot in town and it’s as if nobody’s there
it’s a pain so practiced it shouldn’t be phasing
but with every final hope I’m bleeding from old grazing
I’ve been treading water and treading for too long
my ignorance was bliss and now my ignorance has gone
so I’ll stop the frantic swimming, polished acting and smile winning
feel my body just give in
feel the current start to win
wave goodbye to the surface that was never really mine
only to return should someone crave that glitter shine
I see the flowers disappearing
And the bees flying frantically
I see the leaves falling
And I see the birds leaving town
I see the snow falling
And I see the gloomy smiles
I see the bleak skies
And I see the emptiness
I see the clear skies
And I see the morning sun
I see a faint image
I see you in a mirage
I want to fly
I want to see you smile
I want to be by your side
While I'm still alive
a disc of bliss is implanted in our spine
at a point which is parallel to our heart
wherefrom magnetism spikes making us divine
and so in this way as God search we jump start
in time dissolved stillness epiphanies dawn
here now in body urn where we are reborn
as pure living light pulsating with delight
as is-ness of being-ness by day and night
body ache commingled with bliss
makes for a strange and heady mix
wherein we adroitly sidestep ego’s tricks
comforted by Divine Mother’s sublime kiss
See how she dreamed...
See how she smiled...
The man in the moon beamed
She is a night child
With stars in her eyes
Moonlight in her hair,
A neon glow that never dies
In her heart is always there
Was not born to midnight
She came to it one day,
Something there just felt right
And the dark stole her away...
Is it really any wonder
the world's the way it is today
when according to the Bible
wherein it does say
not in so many words
but reading between the lines
we're descendants of incestuous bastards
and the shape we're in shows all the signs
not a lot we can do to change history
altho' the future's ours to frame
'Peace, Love and Understanding'
is the name of the game
A skull
A cup
A mug
A house of ribs,
No heart
No lungs.
Crooked serifs,
Fall like teeth.
No name that fits,
And no room to breathe.
Fingers,
Pinch the tongue—
That couldn't speak.
As every word runs away,
Scampering on little feet.
Oh.....
Look there goes my ghost.
Out here on the street.
~Kynsie~
Myriad souls wander, lost and confused,
so whilst respecting the journey of each,
of that they are bemused, we’re not amused,
so share with those who pair but do not teach,
knowing God’s light in time, all hearts will reach.
Flickers in space reveal God is so close,
breathing us gently whilst we’re in repose.
Thanks for being you
Thank you for the joy you bring
Thanks for being true
Thank you for wearing my ring
I thank you for everything
from the vantage point of stillness
we see the world going around
we view this dream with nonchalance
to no illusion are we bound
bliss drum beats with our heart gong
we are both this form and the sky
there then is nothing to be done
as are that who can never die
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