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Act of Love
Part1
Cain and Abel
no love lost
the bible
filled with blood
where is love?
White doves flies high
mocking those who preach
love
fields sowed in hate
at the acropolis
History repeats
the reaper has many followers
flying religious flags
bow and arrows ready in
anger, yet still their blood weeps
Black flocks of the orthodox
abusing children sweet
evil in candy colors
tastes sour yet pastries they shall tempt
In darkness, all the gods hold contempt
Beware the man luring with flowers
seeking the unholy
havoc on the generations
the universe will build for him
his very own black hole
believe in love without gods power
the universe is
the garden of good and evil
twisting inside atoms and eve
able is the scientific mind
What if Mother Nature retired, and I applied for her position?
How would I dare to assume her secret duties, her un-ending cycles
Could I invoke such power, or must I simply become her?
Spin myself into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos transform my light into spirit.
Would I then emerge, complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with a pink mist, and burn each evening sky with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath and every symphony of living?
Would I wear her gowns of argent, lavender and aqua?
Step lightly on mossy stones, and dance upon silvery meadows?
Grace the heavens in cloud-white glinting wings
and in the depths of darkest night bear stars, filled
with the promise of every new beginning?
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Time waddled down the street carrying the elements underneath its feet, it can barely keep its balance on the ground, everywhere it goes it is greeted with a frown and gravity is bouncing them around.
A mere illusion appears from the sky, and the galaxies are standing by watching the elements floating around and destiny making its way slowly to the ground.
It’s movement is very slow and the snail on the ground has a million miles to go, it will take more than five hundred thousand years to reach the earth and time will make its decree when the elements rise up from the sea.
It is the part that you cannot see, because it is hidden beneath sea, and when the clusters come around and the clouds cover the entire ground, it man verse nature forcing light to pass through the dark portion of the sky squeezing it against the frame and spread the distance in the lane between you and I from an open frame.
The atoms will pull us apart and the wisdom will emerge from the dark and set the motion on a higher plane, I will take the lead and you will have to concede, the beads from the galaxy will surround you and the black hole will open its gut if you want to make some fuss.
The noise will cease and that phase will complete and destiny will take you to other end of the earth and you will spend the rest of your life reading signs and correcting hideous lies.
You cannot phantom the elements of time, they are larger than you and they will blow your mind, step back and watch the cloud as it moves through the sky.
We seek knowledge
on the outside --
the mind of science
the body of senses
spatial summations --
yet, truer beams lead always
home
rays of sunlight entering
permeating the physical, uniting
with like energy
with mind
with soul --
moonlight entrancing
romantic such relationship
spiritual enchantment
swirls of stars of galaxies
patterns of atoms our
basic expression-threads aligning
self to others – an unfolding
enfolding more greatly
aware, ever expanding
inward outward respiring
universe
both reflection
and substance
cords and vibrations
ship that travels through
while the embryonic that supports
cherishes
and nurtures all --
we are God entanglements
seeking greater expression
total consciousness
we awaken from dream
to dream further-out
Will, our Divine Grace and
luxury of infinite creation --
You arrived like a rupture in time,
some semantic glitch in the fabric,
sparking where there was nothing…
a rupture before the rapture.
I think—no, I know—
you were watching before I saw you.
The air bent first,
whispers in the pressure,
like the universe leaning in to hear
my last rational thought.
Then—impact.
Your voice, a blade of static slicing through the hush,
laughter curled at the edges
like the flame of Prometheus—
your hand not quite touching,
but gravity-tight, tightening.
You orbit too close,
little devils of you perched at the curve of my jaw,
whispers in my ear like Eris at a wedding,
golden apple gleaming between your fingers,
asking nothing—offering everything—
dares dressed as questions.
“Why hesitate?”
Your presence is the Big Bang in reverse—
not an explosion outward,
but a collapse inward—
atoms realigning to your will.
You speak, and my spine remembers
that I was built to bow.
Charon must know my name by now.
A coin pressed to my tongue,
your palm sealing my fate—
like Persephone’s pomegranate kiss.
I was spontaneous once,
but now I am simply reactive,
a particle caught in your chain reaction.
I should run.
Instead, I step closer.
And the Nyx of us
smiles.
This is for anyone who was ever rejected by their family. It is a deep wound and it's challenging to overcome. But healing is a process and you are loved and cared for by God and His Angels.
I have a family member who was born gay in the 1950s, when it was even more challenging than it is today. He was beaten by his father and really struggled with his identity and self-acceptance. He never managed to live his life freely and with self-love. It's a sad and moving story, and I wish I could've changed this experience for him; but that would require a time machine and a few miracles.
Let's be free of judgement and prejudice. Let's love and accept each other for our magnificent light and humanhood. No one is truly better than another, no matter what we think or feel.
Remember: The Universe needs you. You're special and a blessing.
I am worthy
By Michelle Morris
30/03/2023
You're my parents
You brought me into this world
I'm a part of your family
You're part of my soul
We're connected
Through time and space
Through our soul contracts
Our relationship and soul lessons
As I grew older
Developed into myself
I realised that I
Was different from others
But I knew of your bias
Your fears and bigotry
And realised that my
Authentic self was hideous
To you, to our family
And it made me insecure
About where I stood
In this big, big world
The lesson I had to learn
Was to love myself
For who I am
No matter the doubt
For I am a blessing
I am worthy of love
I am worthy of dignity
Kindness and support
A life of happiness
Joy and acceptance
I know the Universe
Needs my essence
Each of us is part
Of a greater pattern
Sparks and energy
Quarks and atoms
God and His Angels
Guide and bless my path
For I'm part of the Universe
Part of its precious heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
It's laborious to elevate
on the scale of life,
much easier is
come down the stairs
from the cliff...
so simple to walk
with the head
in the clouds, than
with feet aground..
It's not tough to follow
ahead... it's simple
move backwards...
All Must cross
the cruel sea of the world,
stroke without drowning
in shallow water,,,
So quiet to be in the middle
out of nowhere to stay in
middle of everything...
The truth is that no matter how much
slow and insecure
let us be,
however indolent,
anyhow...
we are always going round
in body and mind...
even stopped,
rivers run through us,
channels do irrigate,
synapses link us
while atoms spin...
Space a vast and empty void
a vacuum the proverbial nothing
stands silent at the start of time
an infinite endless nothing
Waiting in saturated darkness
then perhaps one atom is born
formed from the compression of space
one becomes many a cloud
building one atom at a time
from the cloud hydrogen comes a sun
and one becomes many
suns explode creating dust
The planet's are formed
space time energy
what is thought
does the atom think
the celestial dance of life
is God the flow of energy
from atom to atom
does the universe think
Know I not
for I am not God
dust create's the planet's
Hydrogen and Oxygen link
the quagmire the soup of life begins
God controls the atoms
creating life in the oceans and sea's
designing bone's and muscles
creating the beauty of the world
creating minds that see colour
linking everything together
in the dance of our birth
life is to complex
to be just an accident of chance
to exist before there were planets
you would not have legs
to exist before there were animals
you would not have a stomach
to exist before there was an atmosphere
you would not have lungs
you would have to be
a being of energy to exist before life
God came down to earth
and walked on earth as a man
energy could fly through space
energy that controlled the atoms
could make a body and put it's thoughts
inside that body
and make a man that walked on the earth
the burning bush was energy
Moses could not look at God
without it causing death
The design of the trees
the design of the animals
each show a complexity of thought
God created Jesus
twenty three chromosomes
create life in the womb
with a body energy is thought
God thoughts inside the man
all things are possible
our thoughts could be
the flow of energy in our mind
perhaps the universe thinks
If you have seen me said Jesus
you have seen the father
but he also said my father is greater
than me
A body made from God energy
with Gods thoughts
would be God
but God the energy of the universe
would also be greater than this
perhaps I just think to much
The morning after I tried to die was just like any other. My Grandmother called me from the kitchen, alarming me that I had slept-in too late. My face was puffy in my eyes, cheeks and lips. My body was fatter and more stocky. My color was all-well returned back to my head, with my nose a bright red. I had taken most of the pills in my prescription bottle, surprisingly nobody noticed the amount of them that were missing. Even though I was breathing, I have been dead for months.
The morning after I told her I was better off nowhere, in the thirty degrees heat, I left. I figured it made no matter where I found myself in the world anyways, for I was just a problem made of atoms.
The morning after he told me he loved me I took his blindness and handed it to Jesus, Jesus healed him like he did the others, and suddenly he was just a boy who had said three words he’d never mean.
The morning after the dog left, I saw his footprints embedded in the living room carpet like cement. I saw him moaning and crying at the door like the ghost he was, begging to come back.
The morning after I woke up, I wish I had not. But that's just life.
The heart of night, where gravity prevails;
A force unseen, yet felt in trembling bones;
Awake, where time folds in upon itself;
A silent hunger, swallowing unwary stars.
No light escapes the shadow’s grasp;
The singularity, dense, unmeasured, deep.
A true enigma, the cosmos’ fatal wound;
Around its edge, a spiral dance of dust;
Bright rage of atoms caught, yet never freed;
An endless whirlpool—aching, cold, and vast;
Where space and fate entwine in a mystery.
What lies beyond the rim, no mind ever knows;
Horizons closed to dreams or mere mortal eyes;
The laws of nature loosened, warped, and bent;
Where even light must bow and lose its way.
Yet in this dark, creation finds its place;
The birth of stars, the death of ancient suns;
All time compressed to echoes, beats, and sighs;
A story written, the Universe’s book of the dead.
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2/2/2026
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