I’m not your enemy.

Sometimes we worry so much about how others see us. Closing ourselves from who we are for fear of the worlds perception of our souls.

Reality is something we all try our best not to face, we cover it behind a facade of masks, desires, hopes and false imaginations.

We cannot force a way of life upon ourselves without feeling the effect of it being weighed from within our being. Each of us has a responsibility to open their eyes to the understanding of Life within themselves.

The only enemy one fights is the enemy within themselves and then they can see the enemy that looks through the eyes of others. Take the speck out of your own eye before you take the speck out of your brothers eyes, Jesus said. The complete truth.

With so much concepts, worldwide issues/social issues..and social movements in this system its ovbous that the enemy is at work among men, although we can create a more free world where boxes are not formed for us, men desire to conform to society masks than their own.

Many humans have existed before us, maybe we have been all that have existed and repeated ourselves over and over.. who knows but God? World boxes have given men the ability to pick: politics, philosophy, religion, theology, finances, business, entertainment, education and some more… aswell as creating factions between us all. The poor and the rich, the gangsters and the nerds, the barbies and the plain janes, the badboys and the soft boys, our countries of origin and our place of settlement. I often time find these all difficult to understand, as a living soul I have always felt weird about societys influence on how we see ourselves.

An ongoing issue of social movements creating fools out of people, attention seeking individuals, new challenges for the socialites and the popular individuals carrying an influence in the world today for better or for worse. Fulfilling purpose and maximizing our potential is the working of the inner man, the power infused within us from the beginning that the Unseen God has given us.

I am not your enemy if I fail to project your fears or mirror your emotions. Sometimes we learn these things to fall back into the trap and relearn it again, but when will we ever understand the reality of this system? Its an ongoing cycle of fear and love, hatred and war.. hardships and struggles, hunger and plentiful. Are there solutions that better the lives of every soul? Are the solutions already picked and chosen for us?

I cannot conform, and refuse to stay in a box.. this had been the process since I left school and entered college. Somehow it seemed like an un-necessary blur to me.

I may seem like an outcast not able to conform to the worlds ways, breaking free from the history of the snake that has travelled worldwide to hunt down many souls and destroy their unique one minded consciousness.. but I am not for it.

This worldwide delusion has corrupted many, made them choose their box without truly creating their own. It forces individuals to participate in the underworld dungeons of lies and deciet to gain a profit from society, which the system itself does unto a man. The game is a dangerous forfeit of ones own soul, exchanging a real inner truth of values and respect, honesty, loyalty, faith, love and righteousness for lies, hatred, a false way of life, stealing, killing, division, pride, wars and control.

Every man was born free to form his own box, to allow the universe within him to manifest his own being to light without conforming to whatever the system offers them to become as.

Am I a rebel? Am I a trouble maker? Am I a problem to you?

How can I be if I desire to think for myself and desire others too think for themselves too without the concepts embedded in them that was given to them.

There is much more to break down, if only we all took the time to know beyond the surface of just beating the system by trying to outsmart it. If only we knew the ins and outs of its belief set up plans, its strategy thinking ways and its one key resource to make men enslaved too it.

We have the ability to each do the same.

In an honest, hardingworking way… done for yourself in the service of others.

This Kingdom is laid down and taken over by those who desire to live in order to die to worlds concepts to arise in life eternal prepared to form a free world in collaboration with the Unseen Supreme God.

Am I your enemy? Never, I’m a citizen in the spiritual dimensions in Christ and in this elevation I seek to better our world for future generations to have more ideas to think from as well as coming from them – inspired by inflences but mostly connected to the source.

 

I am not your enemy!

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Sick With Love

Run away…

 sick with Love.

 Run away…

 sick with Love.

The lilies and the daffodills are waving

But there are only tears,

sick with Love.

As the sun, as the rain, and the wind.. sick with Love.

What is to be done?

A scream..

To hide?

Take the gun and suck this life.

Sick with Love.

A naked body is aching, heart is melting.. it is melting till its no more.

Smile is a Scarecrow once again.

Stare limitless crawling in with the atomsphere it has no end.

Why Love. Why torture. Why the pains. Just to hold and slip away, never truly slipping.. always here, always near.

Suffocating strength as weakness.

Wheres home, one belongeth where?

Why Love why do this.. bleeding tears.

Mad.. No.  A dam..neither.

An overflow, an ocean.. so why must one drown.

Why swim endlessly in One. . and yet drown.

Is there courage to save?

Desiring this madness, love.

To watch the madness. Its happened already, Its been done. What more do you want from one?

What more.

One like smoke in the air, one is but a mist.

What are you looking for love.

What do you ask of one.

You’ve taken over, made one a fool too many times. Yes, and one even walked away from you. . but you kept calling back, Love.

You resurrect one time and time again.

Forever keep travelling, keep reliving. . even when Life tries to dis-own one, one keep’s living. This cannot perish, one is held flying, wings floating in the sky.. eye on fire light in one’s world over-powering the darkness.

Faint.

Sick with Love but standing un-moveable, un-shakeable and will not resist.

Sick with Love.

 

 

 

Escape the Mafia.

She was Love, misunderstood.

The Mafia some how found her,  laid eyes on her and knew she was not ordinary.

The GodFather himself, the greatest womanizer of town had studied this lass, he thought she wouldn’t notice but she did. The unseen in her, made it all quite simple for her to grasp.. Yes though she never met him, she knew of him.

He thought she would be oblivious too the serendipity moments orchestrated by Life and his intentions to master this mis-understood soul.

The mafia had plans, some how they would capture her in a moment, speak to her, she would become a great ally.. an asset to the team,  whomever could get to her first would therefore be the one to bring her in.

Bring her in too what exactly?

There brother-hood of course.

Though it seemed as if she was oblivious to the whole game, she was not. A mastermind in action around her, greater than herself knew this was all taking place.

There brotherhood was their god, but the Supreme divine spirit, in which lived in her – Christ – was her guide and protection, her only brotherhood was those who lived in the Messiah. Those who knew the way of the cross. Those who knew Love.

How that would be possible to get to her they did not know. She was hardly seen around, just every once in a while she would be out in the open and quickly hide her way indoors. The God-Father knew he would have to plan his move carefully. The other team members knew that The GodFather was very fond of her, and so there was an agreement every man in the mafia would not make any subtle moves as to make her naked heart fall for them.

One of them desired to feel her heart, and so took it upon himself to find her where-abouts and intentionally released his heart energy to her.

She in her own world walking on the sidewalk, felt his heart beat with her own from a distance.. looking up and wondering how it happened. O’ how she could not fathom this insiduous act. She pondered, she reminsced. . .how she had never felt another heart beat with her own. Was she to allow his heart to fool her ?

She couldn’t, her heart although eager to express the faculty pieces bestowed in her life’s journey was not able to be fooled. She was connected to someone she did not quite understand.. She didn’t truly know him. . he was somewhat a dream to her – a passing of the wind. Here and then gone.. he was her young hearts love. Yet how was this other brother’s heart able to beat with her own? How remarkable she thought. This too would effect her mysterious mind later on.

Days went on by and months, and the mafia somehow studied her behaviour from afar. She was silent, could be seen to know much more than she let off – she was also seemingly funny in character.. they could all tell. Her walk was cute, her frame and body well proportioned, though it changed throughout different stages.. Her last stage finally making her petite. Her facial features complemented eachother well, though she may not have been the most beautiful woman ever seen – she was the most enchanting they had come across.  The God-Father who was no where to be seen wasn’t someone who always came around. Who was he? She knew he existed, but she didn’t know who he was. Her own mysterious dream man – was somewhat a hidden love, a dream – but the God-Father ..did he know the hidden love, was he secretly the hidden love, or was the God-Father some-one who may seem more superior to her hidden Love?

How did the God-Father know of her in the first place?

Where exactly did he find out about her? She didn’t know who he was but she was aware of his existence in town, that is.

The other team members grew un-interested in the task not understanding why the method took so long, but the God-Father knew he had to continue watching her so he informed them of a secret – a secret he desired no one to know. He informed them that he was able to access her mind and control her emotions, feelings and reactions. They did not believe him, reason why one of the brothers was drawn too feel her heart. When her heart beated with his own, through one attempt of releasing his heart energy he was astonished – her mysterious mind later began to wonder.. never taking her eyes off of the hidden love, she strangly began to have images of one of the brothers appear in her mind, she was able to see through his eyes. He appeared every once in a while in her mind, and she watched as his expressions changed, there were no words just facial expressions.

Later on another brother tested this out.

He attracted her by color, the color red, he was able to look into her eyes, thinking she was merely in a trance in which she wasn’t. The God-Father made her seem to be in a daze, but her power over rode the daze that she noticed this brother, whom she had seen before. As he drove off in his little red car, she was some-what amazed.. The color white was also used to draw her attention. She contemplated ‘how is this possible that I’m somehow being watched and unwatched. That i’m watching and someone else far greater than I watching for me.’

Due to her hidden powers, and unique soul – presumably one that had been so warped in the divine that she barely recognized this, they were able to manipulate her mind.

They all begun to participate in the game, in which she would have to find out for herself – the reality of the brotherhood as a whole, and face the attack head on. Did she have heart? Would it change or still remain One. This psychologically begun to break her down and wear her out – but somehow she managed to keep going.

This game was getting out of hand, and the God-Father knew it. He was mis-using a power he had, and damaging the heart and mind of another who had already faced this test earlier on in life. They all had to reap what they sowed so the damage they had caused her some-how begun to fall on them, starting first with the God-Father. There own minds begun to be manipulated, their souls disturbed, unusual circumstances which should never had taken place created drama – therefore creating commotion for the brotherhood.

Did they not fear the divine within her?

Did they not know that it was not some fairytale story?

Could they not see that the essence of the heavens dwelt among men. So why play with it? Why misuse their own to damage anothers?

Were they satisfied with the aftermath of their own polluted minds. Not quite so. For they longed to return for yet another round. This time it was becoming clear who the God-Father might have been.

She disappeared, and was in hiding.

The Divine God within her moulding her back to herself. This whole drama playing out seemed some what unfair to her. Why was she a target to such an atrocious act?

Did they desire to test her love and loyalty? Did they desire to test the divine within her love? Did they see something in which they desired to take from her? All this was un-known.

All she could do was reside in the comfort of her home.

This young lady was not stupid by all means, she kept watch over times, and was able to understand the repetitive motion behind all that was taking place. She was also able to see beyond it to, that it had to be played out, for this was orchestrated by something far higher up that she knew of.

She was aware of God’s providence in her life and no man would ever take this divine essence from her, it was her greatest gift given unto her to show her who she really was and to whom her hearts allegiance was given over to. They had no idea.

This young lady participated in this challenge, unawares that it was planned by outside forces. Pre-destined before time by God.

She managed to escape from the Mafia, her hidden love dying away within the chambers of her heart and now she was prepared and destined to love anew.

Packing her bags and leaving for a new country. . .having learnt that Love was the supreme power to overcome all dark forces, and to reveal the hidden secrets of men and their delusional minds.

She managed to find Love, true love and he was the man she had always needed. Yes he was the part of her that she knew existed.

Love is far greater than we can imagine. It is supreme in all it’s ways. Never giving up, never stopping till it can gloat over it’s foes and manage to stay one in the fight for life.

Psalm 22:26 ‘May your heart live forever’

Psalm 89:2  For you have said: ‘Love is built to last forever’ you have fixed your constancy firm in the heavens.

Love is the greatest.

 

9 x 3 ‘There is a Good in a Bye’

I Let it out – to completely let it go.

I never really got over him.

Somehow I said to myself I would, that he would just disappear as he did before. . he just vanished.

The last words of “I can see you” as I looked around at the bus stop confused. . . where was he?

Going past in a car probably. I was young, still in a bubble, transparent but somehow losing it.

The baby in me startled by his Spirit which I already knew.

Before he changed and became who he was.

I’ve learnt to face it all. My own emotions and feelings, my thoughts – some which weren’t my own. When I met him years ago I felt something, it wasn’t an attraction ..maybe he felt an attraction but I felt something about him which was deep. I don’t know maybe we were secret siblings, or good friends in a past life? Who knows.

This part of me that felt something deep towards him made me fear him, made me not feel good enough to be close to him… although I wanted to know what this thing was. Secretly when I spoke to him I felt like a child but I didn’t really care, I just knew it was okay to be me. Theres alot of things I didn’t forget watching the years unfold until he vanished only to reappear.

I didn’t know what that “thing” was, but when I randomly was on a stroll down the road.. my heart tugged and I heard a silent whisper that made me turn my head. I remember seeing him staring out the window, he was in a daze. The joy of my heart to see a long lost brother who somehow meant something to me.

His smile made me happy, and his presence was calm. .  me, well I was me.. jolly and childish. Everything I had experienced in the past was thrown out the window at that moment, for all I cared about was his soul and if he was okay. Looking into him I saw partially he had dealt with things, things that he may not have been vocal about, but I hallucinated and it seemed like it was all a blur. . but I was there looking out, looking in. The eye connection was real, time and space did stop and for me to still remember it, I KNOW IT WAS REAL.

From that day life went on as normal but I never forgot him.

You see things happen in life that we may tend to look past and not see it as anything, somethings we ponder on but if we do nothing there is no result. I tried here and there but you know, I was never vocal about how I felt because I thought he would’nt care.. which obviously was true. During the time apart my heart longed for him in ways it had not longed for anybody before. Yes I forced myself not too long for this, not to allow it too consume me but it did and as it did it tricked my mind. I became a fool, how could someone you care about for no reason disappear and then reappear to look into me and disappear again? It affected my life heavily. It felt like we exchanged energies, or he entered my mind but somehow, something strange happened and it took me from me.

I thought I was in love with him, but the resentment building up in me due to not understanding why that happened began to eat at me, why did he appear in my dreams and why did he not speak to me ..if he knew something I didn’t. I loved him for him and never understood the reasons why. It may have been a test on me, maybe to remind me of what I was missing out on.. (but if he truly knew why I didn’t come to see him many years ago) he would know I wasnt missing out on anything. Simple as.

Seeing as i’m a mysterious person when it comes to spirituality and faith, I was thinking it was all meant to happen. . somehow stupidly thinking he would come back to me. *rolls eyes* I created a pathetic love story in my head and I guess the energy put out towards it obviously invoked crazy things to happen to me. I had so much faith in this eye connection, it’s ludicrous.

Now fully exposed of myself and my feelings. . . I see I was deeply in love, I did think it was infatuation at first but it continued so I genuinely loved him, what made it worse was having been younger I felt something towards him.. so it kind of made sense why I was drawn to him the way I was.

I thought I learnt having said goodbye so many times in my Spirit to him but somehow I couldnt breakfree from it, somehow it held me tightly whatever this was. This eye connection controlled me, in ways impossible to explain.

Right now, I’ve chosen to move forward. I felt the need to express this, God knows why. Weirdly enough I will always love him in a way but its not the same, I somehow see him as a secret soul brother, one in whom I drove myself crazy for.

In a few years from now I’ll look back at this and laugh.. at how far it took me to craziness, and how far I went to look a fool. If he knew what happened, it probably was fun and games to him, but atleast I tasted the madness of my own love.. to truly see it for what it could be.

True Love is hard to find, I’ve now found it.

Its now living in me, and it’s being shown to me.

I think it’s found me. . . I just have to be patient to believe this is the real one.

I guess there is a good in good bye, afterall.

When something leaves, something new appears.

The mysteries of Love.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where-ever they may be

Its more than sex.

Its more than the cuddles.

Its more than smooches.

Its more than holding hands.

Its deepest secrets are its true affection,

shared in ways many will feel being around the two who are one rather than merely see with their eyes the expression of lovers being “lovers” I suppose.

Its not always smiles but it can be the soft look of reassurance, the silence of being in the mist of eachothers presence. Yes, like a bumble bee in hibernation after seeking out its mate.. the silence of rest within one another, near or far.

Maybe one look can melt her Soul, maybe one touch can soften his Spirit.

Lose yourself within it to awaken through it.

The thought of he caressing her body seems splendid, the thought of her kissing his back following the outlines of his body.. mysterious to he that it arouses excitement. The pleasure of smelling eachothers skin, diving deep into the soul eyes and being intoxicated by presence alone.. the pant of this strange cosmic consciousness you enter just by being. Your naked selves not needing too mate just yet but to sit together in your nakedness and admire your bodies, talking of the funny dangly breasts and the quirky erection of the penis. Two adults ..running around the house naked chasing eachother like children realizing the joys of self-expression beyond the body.

“Lets cook naked” he says.

“Why not” she smiles.. getting up, they both discovering new recipes playing around in the kitchen laughing at eachothers silly gestures, shaking their bums..allowing the moment to unravel thier own mysterious highs. Free.

They shower together like children.. looking at eachother sincerely, the urge to hold one another beyond this physical.

Can she cry without you pitying her, can you protect her from herself.

Can he tell you his deepest intimate feelings and thoughts, his secrets without you judging him, using it against him..telling anyone or fearing the dragon in his mind.

You can both wipe eachothers bum for a day and see what it’s like to be a baby again.

Lets eat leaves they say, he picks her bogey, shes stick her finger in his ear and feels his ear wax. Oops her menstrual cycles arrived can he watch her change her pad or help her do so, afterall when he has his first daughter won’t she be confused with what this whole menstrual cycle thing is later on in life. . what would he explain to her if he’s the only one around at the time?

“I helped your mum change her pad kiddo, I know what i’m doing.. here take this and lay it flat on your panty.. ” he closes the door as his daughter does it herself.. she comes out grinning “done!” He hi-5’s her.

The one-ness between two creates an affirmation of hope, love and faith.. this is something they create by being free and loosing themselves of the boundaries displayed on Love. They must break down the walls within themselves and eachother to discover the hidden treasure between the one-ness, formless with eachother.. this will merge them.. He see’s her and is her. She sees him and is him. Immortalised. Other women come around and speak to him, he is looking through her eyes and they see her naked soul through him.. they shy away. When other men come around and speak to her, they instantly see his gaze in her eyes, they nod respectfully and smile.

How is this possible?

Did you not know True lovers are eachother ?

It is not imagination, this is ascending through the conditions on this supreme power we call “Love” and being without any.

They have no excuses, this is a matter of Life.. that the lies woven in love was to destroy the power held within it.. seeming out of reach when it truly existed in the cells of their identical souls, a lovers union was the essence of the tree of life.

They are in eachother all along it takes the Sacred One-ness of Divine Spirit to awaken this transcendent beauty within them both.

Where-ever they may be.

Where Ever They May Be 💛

The Naked Soul

Silence is its infinite power.

Mellow is its light walk.

Peculiar the blink of its eyes, darting all over

the atomsphere seeking its experience.

What should it wear?

Theres no clothes, theres no cover only this

mysterious feather of a naked soul.

Forbidden to Understand – Understood to be Forbidden.

The madnesses of the mind is a truly strange predicament.

The hallucinations of reality is a wise prophet.

Love is mysterious there and disappearing.

With you and seeming away.

Yes.. Love walks in darkness and light.

Sees evil, and looks straight at it smiling.

Love knows its enemies but yet still dances in the mist of its war.

Knows it’s friends, teaches and escapes.

Longs for us but is hidden in itself expressing through means of Art and poetry – Untold stories and silence.

If love can make you war against you and drive you to insanity for your sanity.. to detach from insanity,

Love itself is the cause of our deception and the saviour of perception.

– Elle Christ 💛

The Madness’s of Love

In the Madness’s of Love,

Should we stay silent?

Should we not utter a word, if so that itself would be a disgrace to its mastery, or a shame to its many attempts within its own mastery.. as we know it’s never a shame. It’s understood, multiple times. Yes, in our gardens we look upon the many tree’s seeing which will bear the correct fruit. . Dictating ourselves, judging ourselves. Mere men.

We were silent once before, we already knew the illusion of the mystery, The thought of it somehow moulding as an illusion.

Some what,

a dream that was a reality, for even in the mist of dreams we come forth in a different realm,summoning the realities unseen. Does that make the mystery an illusion for real?

The thought of it somehow moulding as an illusion.

Some what,

a dream that was a reality, for even in the mist of dreams we come forth in a different realm,summoning the realities unseen. Does that make the mystery an illusion for real?

We have not concluded, we have an end result and only when we determine it to be an illusion we reject the history of perception, of foolishness, of knowledge increased though remaining the same under the booming sun. I am not I am, no how atrocious of one to speak on matters as such as the highest in any way – he whom believes thyself as God becomes himself delusional. I neither invoke other lives within my existence, for all is of my existence and yet so we are combined with many who were before and who may come after us.

Why do we fail to see the madness of love present with us? Should we pull out our hair, should we run around naked without clothes screaming this truth; should we scream the streets cursing out at our disgust of our ulterior being. . will that reveal to you? In the name of love, we are flying to a place unknown, a territory unheard of, clinging soulfully to this madness.

Was unseen likewise seen and never heard, was known and unknown but never really experienced, was free and yet trapped, was woo’d and yet manipulated, was woke but slept on, was alone and yet with the supreme, was right and then wrong but somehow beyond the surface was the sacrifice, a gift of life.

We knew it somehow, and we bumped into another we. . . and this exalted the highwithin us, a deep vision to see theunfathomable hand of God the Unseen at work in the present making it history to remember – never to be forgotten, lived by us, through us and we fought the survival to stay one with The Supreme One.. The One above all – buried in our madness, our confusion of love.

She looks away understanding already all she needed to know, hiding the sacred within. Helooks away, understanding all he needed to know. . the sacred was aching within him. What does it take to bring such light together, nothing more than the mysterious madness at work.

Nothing more but the madness’s of love.

Daughters of the Land

They walk along curved hips, straight hips. . big tummy, petite tummy.. smooth breasts..Large or small.. rounded as pears, and different shape lips. Hair loose, Hair stood tall. Eyes looking.. Eye for all.

Some smile, some expressionless and others show themselves to be potent. Different color shades all in which makes my tired eyes smile.

Yes, sisters of nations how tender and sweet thou is. . how beautiful you are sunshine.. Oh all these women who carry their world.

Toddlers follow behind as a mother pushes the pram in a mellow mood, sisters running along the streets chasing her brother screaming “I’m going to get you”. Young girls skipping along staring – excited by life.

Elder women chitter chattering about the significant news of yesterday, the gossip of tomorrow. Young ladies conversing on the topic of young men – their joys and their foolery. Young women in short dresses and flip flops skipping through the town, flowing robes and heels knocking on the concrete floor, make up lavishly illustrated on correctly.. beauty being revealed as men watch and stare.

Daughters of the Land we see you.

Gathered around the bbq, the sweet aroma of perfume.. women drinking glasses of wine speaking on the lovers lost, the ones to whom they have given their heart and the jokes of the past. Men are welcome to their parties but some avoid – Daughters of the Land why?

Have you made them fear you. . Have you chased them away. Have you conquered there games and so they are ashamed?

Daughters of the Land . . Have you become like they, dominating your own field so they fear and stay at bay.

Daughters of the Land, Zion looks upon you.. she wonders in her Spirit.. she see’s herself in you – yet she’s always walked alone.

Zion see’s your beauty, her eyes may scare your calm yet don’t be alarmed Oh sister.. she carries a pure heart its a song in the air.

She only wants to tell you how wonderful you are, Zion will not hurt you .. she’s a twinkle that will caress your star.

Daughters of the Land. . .

Zion is really near, when she appears don’t judge.. don’t try to create an atomsphere of fear.

Her eyes are like fire, her soul a living bride, her body covered in roses. . . tender sweet light.

Onycha, Onycha. . . Intra pulchra flos hortum meum. .

Yes the flower garden is arising for us all to be charmed. Silence oh silence, no words Zion says ..but the language of her body will make you all desire to be like men.

Onycha, Onycha. . . Intra pulchra flos hortum meum. .

This is a kingdom armed.

This is a glory charged.

Daughters of the Land – we may seem different you and me. . but we are quite alike.

We only differ for I carry a hidden book, a mystery.. a key .. the treasury of The Eternal Spirit – that governs my life inside.. The Immortal part of me.

Onycha, Onycha. . . Intra pulchra flos hortum meum. .

Daughters of the Land, Zion has come.. yes. . she has come. . .take her hand.

We have come.

6 x 2

Faint memories,

returning to our soul.

An opened you in the mist of your whole.

Running away from the feel,

it is extremely real.

Trying to cut off the ties but when you try..

you both feel the bite.

You’ve been trying to forget,

moving on is best, but your locked in it

You’ve merged with it.

It should of never happened, what did you see. .

Hypnotized by the sea.

now it haunts him like it haunts her.

They make it out to seem bad, but it should be

something great. . everytime we want it all to

disappear our heart aches.

It should of never happened, it was a mistake

but the atomsphere was true .. it was fate.

It could be changed, you both could escape. .

force it out of you. . and discontinue with the

game? Its not a game though isit, it’s the

truth in you both. . 6 x 2.

She’s mad he’s caught her, shes roaring. . fire in her eyes. . she’s forced to put down her guard. She’s roaring deep down, heavy groans of life, the pants of breath. . fighting with the feel – no words left to say.. he has her tamed.. now she must obey. He found her, She knew.. He knew. Now all she has left is her eyes sparkling in full effect.

He’s subtle in his approach knowing one wrong move will make him bite his ownself and she will be let loose. He’s been watching her . .waiting to spin himself around her.. He must capture her. He already wrapped her through his eyes, he’s controlled her through her mind and now he wants to claim her in the daylight. This could be dangerous, this could go wrong. He knows she’s lethal, soft, and discreet.. he’s seen a part of the heart of her love . . Immortal.. this is no dream. It won’t die, he knows and for this he needs the power of her inner light to be able to help him build his Spirit in this drive. She holds vital information, she is his bone, she is his flesh. . But it is a mystery to why she will not allow herself to be seen by him, even though he see’s.

They are both back in the garden but now they’re hiding from eachother not knowing they are looking through eachother. The One, The Highest. . the Ultimate One observes them both. . from his throne.

Bone of My Bone

Flesh of my Flesh

💛