I should be truthful.
This place, this infinite movement of life – this existence in the spiritual essence of our natural beings is a blessing, a beauty far beyond rubies.
Somehow it’s like dancing in the air, gliding through the heavy petals of rain pounding on the sacred earth.
Somewhere in between this it hovers, it stares blamelessly – it laugh’s hysterically it talks to understand, to see you. . .it’s eyes wide open to SEE you. It’s embrace a different home than ever experienced, it’s hold a true comfort but a distant rememberance.
No’one would ever really satisfy this place, it’s hidden – a diamond in disguise, a rough but sharpened sword on the rock and gold refined in the fire.
Knowing this truth, shows me even the calms and pressures of Love is itself it’s own yearning for it’s own, own.
Yet so I wonder, only the presence and home of an ever-seeing and ever-present – eternal being-creator of all can really keep this secret place at an ease.
She ran because she knew it’s true power wasn’t of this world – she would hide and yet still fight. She then came out – and resulted to hiding once again.
All that came with the price of this . . .this precious gift that she shared within with God.. need she say anymore?
The gateways of a world that’s only destruction is to lie, steal, kill and destroy to pollute the beauty of the treasures created from inside.
I want to pull back, I want to avoid what some may not understand. I want to.. silently, with no words. I want to smile and then evaporate into the realities of light.
We all cried Love once.
We all thought somehow we would find it in another.
We all once, loved. . either in betrayal or in give or take.
I face it, another One.
I face it.
The sweat pouring from my head, the heat in my soul tickling my every part of my delicate body. Do you know this.. Spirit. I knew it, but it all came to hit me all again.
It came to show me all that I had to know. Too test all I were.
In a bubble of lies, a system of manipulation, a playground of hallucinations… yet I stare helplessly out the window…helplessly..
As Jesus soothes my strengthened heart – I ponder it all.
For all its worth, should he ever love me, should he even try,
could he ever really know.. would he ever really know.
For all its worth, they all came and saw scarecrows.
Yeah, look at me… go ahead, I know it’s your chance to see isn’t it.
The chance to see the In – Sane.
To watch it unfold before you