A gush of emotions, a waterfall of feelings an unstoppable beating heart.

Quick breaths, slow breaths …

whispers and silence. Glued eyes, tired eyes.

Your kiss wants to heal me. . .

my tug is here and there. You want to lose all you are in me but i’ll watch in awe.

I’ve constantly given myself to you, drooling at every time you showed up – silenced in your approach. I’ve been in different worlds caught up in our soul.

Exasperated, you may leave and find another her.

Unapologetic, I may walk away and another he will discover me.

You entered me knowing it may leave us estranged, I entered you knowing I would be lost in the breath of my own longing – in which disappears as quick as I can disappear.

So why did I fall into your charm, into your secret.. why did I let it chase my being. Oh’ you knew the thoughts of my mind and how you can play it against my own self.

You are an intruder. I never beckoned you. . . neither did I lure you.

A subtle creature you are.

I admire your bravery in which I find that my whole inner

core is not dominated by you.

You are a player, you play as much as you want. . over-exaggerate and create such tragic stories in thought it’s hallucinating and for this

I have no care, in this I have no worries . . for in this we are not attached. You sowed nothing more than a memory in which I am not tied too.

Tears will not crawl, anger will not prevail.. but my heart is no longer your home.

It seems cruel, and vicious and unrecognizable but maybe we don’t seem to understand it in ourselves, maybe it’s too powerful that we fight for it so much.

I’m yearning for you and your aching for me in your own stillness. . then we are cold in our sheets.

This portrait is a design full of white, grey and black.. small dots of yellow and slashes of purple.

We don’t hold keys no more, we are keys.. We wonder in the wilderness, the deserts and the streets of old waiting for the echoe of Life to reveal ourselves to eachother.

Why did you bother?

Why did you notice me?

You should of never came my way.

You should of never felt my heart or looked into my eyes.

Why did you take me away knowing I would only return.

Why did you test the only part of me you knew, was my secret chambered doors, knowing at the right time.. it would be my turn.. to feel it’s smooth caress in my own being.. did you think we were alike. Did you think we were mirrors.

Black mirrors. We are nothing alike.

The art of love is an imagery projected from an outter glass, where the flow of connections beats far greater than seeing you.

You will no longer have my mind or capture my heart, and I no longer yours.

We will walk away surprised by this faze.. this place where we both know no one else will fill.

What to say but to stare at you empty, expressionless.

You tried to bite me. . . You tried to bite me.

I looked you deep in the eye and wrestled your hold.

Until the end of all.. the art of love will be my call.

Kaleidoscoping.

No tears in the soul.

A memory of her and him – her and them.

rollercoasters of emotions, vomits of the

core. Running cannot solve matters.

The past only must be left behind, why revive it.

Blood and sweat running down my body –

I guess this was what I asked for. The bruised

heart is the glassed art piece in the gallery.

Roses never fade.

Emotions numbed by all there is, is the rock

really firm to not feel? To watch the feel and

glance at it’s story in us all. Is this what it all was.

The sight to sunrise in dark matter, the unquenchable

force of wind, the solitude itself sat in confinement..

what must the silence say, without your presence?

Neither gloomy, neither forcefully in high – but the neutral

essence of the being, the eyesight of the seeing.

Seen or Unseen, whats the worries or even the

bother, for when your seen.. theres not at all

a difference even when not. The mystery is somewhere

in the locked door, the existence in a haze of smoke,

the smile with hidden eyes, the sight in which

glances away. Tears and joys of life and the

fallen leaves of the age.

The long walk with the mystery is worth..

more than any treasure. The open fruit juice,

melting with sweetness in the mouth of the babe..

the smile of the Father and Mother.

Do you see the eyes unseen, do you see it.

It’s a life within you – unstoppable and called on.

Many eyes around us, within us.. but this beauty

unseen is actually evidently seeing. . I see it right now.

It’s existence peaks not through my eyes alone.

That aliveness is

not only present through the eye – but the mystical

eye. . Holy Spirit – the wholeness of Spirit revived in ones

own Living soul. . yes within the soul lives the immortal eyes of the many eyed ones.

The soft heart, reaching out of the world – furthur on from this clay – activating a mysterious wind around it.

Listen to the soul of the curvascious piano, observe the

elegant legs of the ballet, the still melodic turn of

the peacock. Are all these my anchors and more,

we can not foretell the comings and goings of

this life can we? Is the golden age a time of unlimited

spiritual existence within the both of us?

Are we the repetoire of our own neuro-shrewedness?

Does the heavy breaths matter, the sighing of your moans in the ear of the lover, the tears of love and abound patience in the clutter.

The bodies clinging to eachother desiring not to let go, the touch of eachother so soft and so slow. . . is this outter body experience of the souls a vivid climax of the eternal presense in commune – right there among them.

The heat of the eyes of their souls pleading for nothing else but more, more, and more.. the weakness and strength the murmours and shouts, the eyes closed.. nothing else but

a motion where feels are now exterminated & what is left

has not touched earth as of yet, but it explodes in the arms of the both of them?

These are not feelings, they are not emotions … why do they behave in such a way where it cannot control them..

now they control this and when they think they

are in control, they lose it all and then

the many eyed ones take place in this ancient home

and then they disappear in the dance – the sacred

dance unspoken of – their own mystery silence.

Is this what I asked for? To see and see and see. . .

We keep Kaleidoscoping.

 

 

 

Challenges

Do they push us for greater or do we stay cradled in the manger?


 

I often time’s wondered why challenges were a part of life.. in what ways we were able to see ourselves through difficulties, or maybe through the joys. Through the whole journey the mental processes somehow develop faculties that enhance our perspective in the different alleyways of the mind.

Usually we are prone to over-react, distancing ourselves – fighting our being and others around us but we do not stop to revitalize the inner man, or in other cases to view our inner beings as a source of life to expand than to deteriate in our own means.

Challenges come in many ways to stop us from developing life from within us or to allow us to strive to develop more life from within us. If God has given us Life to it’s full, why does humanity allow deception of concepts and idea’s to derange there way of thinking as soon as challenges appear or even so without the challenges appearing?

There are two roads in life: The wide and spacious road in which many go through and it leads to destruction. This road is made up of things outside of you seeking to get within you, things that influence us in every area of our life, supporting our challenges and befriending them. Many take this road because it’s easy to run from your problems, right? It’s easy to have an escape route than face who you really are.. It’s easy to allow the serpent to whisper lies in your mind and you follow the whole crowd.. or even the knowledge of all these good and evil dysfunctional ideas. Self destruct why don’t you. Follow the world, why don’t you. Be an ambassador for deception – atleast you can hide away from reality.

The other road is a narrow gate, and a hard road that leads to life, and only a few find it. This road is not easy, this road will arouse the challenges to appear more frequently than usual, this road will anger the masses, it will at times anger you for it is the road for the sentiment, the bold and courageous, the faithful, the seekers of truth, the one’s who question their existence. This road is for those who do not want to fit into an agenda but to explore the mysteries of life within them. Oh fellow friend how hard this road is, to be forced to adhere to the profanities of the world, to run from the lures of the outter man, to heed to the voice of the inner man.. to connect and disconnect from God – the supreme echoe of silence in ourselves – the still calming voice of hope inside..to somehow pursue the deepest part of your ownself and allow it to reveal to you all the lies of this carefully planned out corruption of reality – made by forces that work with power, pride and every deadly act of the soul.

   Are challenages a pinnacle movement of our souls or the last straw in the hay and lights are out?

Can you justify yourself in the mist of challenges?

Are you able to re-enforce a new developing being in the challenge or does the old template re-enforce you to become it’s delerium.

Let us bear in mind, the mental processes are a way we can fend for our own insight and as well as that share the spiritual truths from within them.

Will you always be in a manger or will the challenge make you see the greater within you, than what appears to be in the world?

If the world is already judged, then adjust yourself to righteous judgement and spiritual truth – maybe find the hidden depths of your own being too, this will definately guide you. The Holy Spirit doesn’t lie when it says he is your comforter.

Be not dismayed, didn’t Christ say he had already conqueored the world.. what about you.. can the challenage conqueor you or are you able to rise from within and know that to man it is impossible but to God, he who governs life in righteousness, in spirit and truth –  nothing is impossible.

 

Did he Woo me?

It feels like a love and hate relationship.

I know it isn’t. I’m just deeply in this.. whatever this is, I can’t get out even if I try. I know what I feel when he’s away and I know what I feel when his soul is present.

When I feel him, I sometimes push it away. It’s a mixture of me thinking it’s all in my brain, and the fact I genuinely believe this narrative I’ve seen play out around me.. Mr Woo was obviously involved.

I’ve felt things, I’ve never felt.. experienced things deep in me I can’t express or explain.. through the mess somehow he was in the mist. I feel like sometimes it’s not real. That he could be playing some game on me, that i’m actually losing my head and trying to keep up with the story.

I truly believe what I feel  but I feel weird at the same time, like.. it’s this feeling that he’s there and I want to free myself but if I do… it would be soooooooooooooooo strange.

I’m holding so tightly onto this part because he could be the boogey man, and turn out to be some one I hope he isn’t. I don’t know if this is love but his presence means alot to me. I can’t explain how much but it’s like I don’t ever want him to go away. He makes me shy, makes me quiet.. and at times all I want to do is hide. My insides go funny too, and I can’t really hide my true nature bare in mind i’ve never spoken to him, this is all just soulful feelings. I love him, and thats the hardest thing for me to face even though i’m facing it but i’m trying my hardest to keep it not real even though I want it to be. Love is a huge word to use but I don’t know what else to call it.

It’s me i’m trying to hide, the me that finally is freed in the presence of another who understands or wants to understand me. Only because i’m childish and used to being alone and i’ve learnt to like that. I can’t pretend to be anything else, but be me… I wish I wasn’t shy, but i’ve never felt this before, never.

Sometimes I wish it stayed in the dream world and the physical world didn’t make it a reality, but thats being petty. Love is a beautiful thing, it’s only that being naked in love after going through a war is like woah. Whats even more annoying is no man makes me feel as he makes me feel, it’s a unique feeling.. but it’s me. . and thats why I can’t seem to completely push it away. I’m scared it may go wrong, like I am just playing this whole thing ..and then it turns out to be true because I believe in my feelings whether they are there or not, but imagine… actually I shouldn’t imagine how wrong it would be. All I do is run. I show love to people, make them smile or laugh and help as much as I can but I run from love.

I’ve always wanted it but it’s difficult to free myself up to receive it in the way I deserve to have it.. because I know what I can be like.. I may over-love him or be annoying as I am to myself haha. To have a person you can share your secrets too is something fun, someone you argue with at times, you laugh with, hug and joke with. It’s just him.. there’s something about him that makes me want to run, but I think it’s because what is felt in my core is strong. It’s something firm. My whole being kind of looks up to him, like it knows it can depend on him.. and it can actually trust him.. and I don’t trust people, to trust him would mean everything is open to him.

I want to show him me, but I don’t want him to judge me.. or to think i’m too soft.. he makes me soft like REALLY soft.

He really got to my heart and my soul.. and my Spirit knows when that happens it cannot look at anyone else.

It could be Love.

Dear Mystery Man

I may be long gone from your memory, a distant blur.

Thankyou, for coming my way. I kind of experienced something odd these past months but atleast I had you to think about at times.

It’s strange, but weird how I feel about you, I really did think it would leave and disappear and somehow I would forget. That I would fight so hard to make it all go away. It didn’t though. It stayed.

I still think about you. I still think about how you disappeared. . and how I never saw you again.. its not that I need to see you, I think to feel you sometimes is the best feeling. To just feel you, you don’t need to be here.. as long as I feel you for some reason i’m calm.. my hearts smiles. Well, it’s been a ride.. a strange and hard one.

I won’t forget you though, I was washing the dishes and told myself that i’m willing to let you go.. I want you to live your best life..and enjoy a nice partner and for me to stop you know.. thinking of it all.. but like.. as long as you still come up in my soul i’ll feel soothed by you. Isit cause I like you much or maybe being scared that I like you much.. I guess its not like.. to just like you.. you know.. it’s different but I don’t want to get into it.. some things you just don’t explain .. especially when words can’t really do it.. i’ve constantly wrote poems after poem. Its a silent feel but it travels, it creates things between people.. in atomspheres.. but i’m trying to just stay admired by your mystery.

I’ve never met a man like you, and I think thats what makes me kind of scared of you but like.. I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it. Its VERY hard to explain only because I’ve lived in imagination land for so long. If this was my own love I was falling for and picturing you in it then I guess i’m cute and crazy too.

My mind is a awkward place at times, and if you had seen my thoughts .. I guess its embarrassing. For some reason, I always felt that you was able to see my thoughts, or maybe feel my soul. I don’t want imaginations anymore, I want to stop playing all these silly mind games with myself. I know my heart has experienced alot, and I feel that all I ever wanted was to be able to love whole-heartedly without fear of being let down or looking like a fool. Mystery man, we aren’t the same, i’m somehow someone who feels in places deep that it creates a barrier between me and others. I want that place to be broken but it seems that since meeting you, and not knowing you.. it’s been a force to break, but i’m still you know.. I can’t explain again! This deep place is just hmm..

I sleep at times and my soul whispers, and sometimes I hear it thinking of you and talking about you. Well, thankyou for being that blur on a random day.. that heartbeat that never went away, even though I fought a little but somehow it stayed. Even if I wasn’t to have you i’ll still be grateful that I experienced all that I felt for you, somehow it helped me find me again – your face helped me to know that i’m crazy haha.

Now I sit quietly, and sometimes the voices try to come back but I pray and they disappear.. it’s quiet now and all i know is without God’s love well.. where would I be. So I thank God for you.. because your being or the imaginary you in my mind.. helped me it kept me in that place.. that I hold onto. It seems like a place i’ll hold on to with another in that secret place we dwell in our own worlds shared.

Mystery man, you may think my love is weird.. a little different.. or maybe not as you expected.. but know I felt everything. I always feel everything. I felt you from across the road, and I quickly looked away.. what difference does dreams and appearing in my soul make. When I feel, I feel.. and it’s beyond me.. so yeah. . . stay safe, stay loving, and always be you. Your special! I love you for that and I will NEVER forget you. I guess if I saw you again, I’d be speechless..

Love from,

The mystery girl who runs from love xoxoxoxo

 

 

In Love, By Love

If words could explain the moments, then we’ll be here forever.

If words could define the emotions then there should be a waterfull climbing the skies.

Returning into the core of it’s truth is the ultimate lullaby. Out the desert and into a home of safety. I didn’t quite see myself in this place, but you have erupted a sudden mystery of Life that does not run out.

Life to it’s full. My soul has somehow knocked on the doors of humility, swimming in the hands of an admired touch that not only refills but takes away the blemishes.

Don’t consider it all a superstition.

It cannot be aroused, only seen.. understood – felt and sought after. Are we not here again, this time through everything I hadn’t expected.

I guess Love has a call on us all, to search within ourselves. Being more than our imaginations.

I guess he was my mind, I guess he shared my heart, I guess he was the ultimate experience. If time could stop it wouldn’t go back, if time would stop.. Life would still continue.

A revenue of repertoire’s, the notes counted for in psalms and prayers and still looks from the essence of Spirit. Could he be the one, maybe – maybe not.

Floetry is just the making of what is a secret momentum in oursleves. . I conciously explore it.

What does it all mean.. huh.. not to fathom but to summon it by believing it’s existence – Life’s existence – dwelling among men in whom seek it. .  as I have come to ack-knowledge.

We participate in this story, this reality, no longer in need of forbidden fruit but beholding the promised earth and heaven within, transformed for it’s true return for us.

Caught in the air, mesmerized by the sweet surrender as the bride meets the bridgroom.

In Love, By Love and it is because of you.

You is me, I journeyed through but somehow I met him along the way.

I happily continue on, hoping where ever he is, he has learnt his own revelation to the call of love.

In Love, By Love.

 

 

 

Heartless, Heart-full

At this stage you would think smiles are neccessary.

Quite often things we think are real are actually an existence in itself but at times not as we fathom. I’d say my emotions through the process were true, and at this point they are numbed.

I have numbed them.. maybe me.. maybe another – who knows. I take things seriously, and on one hand some are lightly shaken over but this.. this.. I find it quite hard to shake off. Somehow I will let it go, maybe because my feelings are strong and I will not allow them to consume me.. NEVER.

Spiritual realms are real and what takes place there allows me to see a persons true intentions, could you say the same to me?

I know what I feel and never forget it.. it only takes time for me to assess it and battle against it. Maybe it isn’t always what we think it is, maybe it’s seeing simularities in someone else as yourself – maybe thats the whole narrative – who knows. . for One we are but different in many ways.

Could I say his responses in the spiritual realm has made me heartless – never but less heart is applied to this feel, I do not desire to feel from here for it has failed me and he has the capabilities of failing me – I understand this. . not just him – anyone. I have nothing to hide, but even so.. to reveal anymore is pointless. This feel of intimacy will not be played out again, he won’t get there again. A foolish game.

Heart-full, I guess this cup has been filled with the unseen light and now moving on is a part of life – lessons are learnt.

Let go – my being says, just let it go. Every feel has been felt by you both, what else now.. afterall his head would rather lean on another in the unseen world and to me that is fine.. for Life is filled with choices. I’m my own friend, with God inside of me – Me myself and God.. I’m all I’ve got – and I would never beg another to be in my life.

I’ve seen myself, I’ve seen my choices.. my mistakes and pains and my alone-ness. No one has had me but my Father in heaven. The only person I thought was a true connection isn’t as I actually think, it was an experience to learn more about me and Love and somehow take it away and never forget it.. let it embed in my soul as a special story to my ownself.

Do I love his being? I think to have shared a heart-beat and then some deep intimate emotions made me love him for I somehow died to be one in his presence.. not only his presence.. as I think but his soul was felt in the process.. why wouldn’t I love someone who ..shared me with them. Do I continue to feel this way after seeing and experiencing hidden secrets of the soul.. To walk away is the best thing – for it would only turn me crazy to face it all as it is and know that my deep feelings are exposed and it will no longer be me upholding me – for I have experienced another hold with me.

Loyalty to The Father and to me is what matters in this world.. Unseen and Seeing. I don’t know what the future holds, this all has been an Unseen Love.. beginning with me and then my experiences – my challenges – my interactions – my relationships – my all.

Look into the eyes of Life, and tell me it will be alright.. I look at me and say

“It’s always alright, for we ride it out to die – only to live again”

LOVE.. TO LOVE IS TO DIE IN OUR BEING TO STAY, ONE IN THE ESSENCE TOGETHER ALWAYS.

LEARNING OMNI VALUES ETERNALLY. IN THIS WORLD AND THE WORLD TO FOLLOW ON.

Spiritual beings, eternal souls with fire in our hearts burning for the throne unseen.

  • The mysteries of Love xox

 

 

Unseen Love

Tears of an Unseen love, made to dwell in the present.

The realities Unseen creating webs of a hidden meaning within the tree.

The feelings from within seeming like a dream about to dissolve and all thats left would be a faint memory. . . one never to forget.

Leading to a profound sweet melody in the heart, the tears reveal the deepest parts unknown – the hopes and the emotions numbed by it’s own understanding to it’s inner twirl.. as the tears descend to water the flowered heart.

Love, not only a Creator or the creation but the absense of it’s invisible yet visible footsteps. . walking through the garden, looking for the souls of it’s most cherished form.

“Where are you beloved souls – male and female, where are you hiding. . . why do you not come out. . . find eachother in me” Love cries.

She hides away because it does not look as it should have been, it erased her – formed her and then now she’s in his control.. he hides because he doesn’t know why she can’t face the truth of it all.

The footsteps knows hiding only tells the tales of a love unseen, a love locked away, a love not many would dare unlock again… a love not many could give in too. Who could? They gave in to it’s mystery that it led to confusion, she allows the confusion to play.. in which he could walk away for when She listens to the seen being then she is entrapped to another world of foolish games.

Is love just a foolish inner perception?

Is love just a dominating war?

Is love just a series of events to greater implicit it’s lost memories? Or maybe it isn’t the way we proclaim it to be. Maybe the keys are the only source for more tombs and portals, and avenues beyond them, more for all to commune in it’s awareness around them.. just maybe the hidden footsteps hunting for them understood that there passion for it was there own weakness, their own unknowing cry. . there own death and there own life. There own lure’s.

Maybe the sacrifice was a lawless chaos creating both male and female to yearn for the passion and desire even more, creating more worlds outside the garden – more generations to increase.

She didn’t have to listen to the voice, she didn’t have to let him play with her. Although her Unseen love pledged his desire in her she allowed the seen being in the duality of his voice and his intrigue twist her mind to interpreting a love seen for a love unseen that could stimulate her inner desire – the seen stimulated her mental being rather than the unseen one in whom stamped her inner desire without being seen for who he was. The unseen love was able to make those footsteps appear – for they are not works of her or his own but of the divine invisible, visible seeing in the closed principles – locked inside the arch. . . buried in her.

She allowed seeing a reality in anothers eyes to fool her, instead of seeing the reality in the eyes no one see’s but her-self. Her own ancient key, her own scrolls.. her own inner image from within him created to breathe his breath and share his being in her ownself.

Tears of an Unseen love had carried her and forced it’s way into the flower creating more petals to grow, and a flame to occur that this alchemy was not just a forbidden tree but the flames of a sword with word’s unspoken of, worlds never entered and souls never returned to it’s true building.

Unseen Love’s where is your courage?

Unseen Love’s where is your strength?

Unseen Love’s where are your beautiful balanced weights of divine energy?

Come out from among the tree’s come through the mystery now ..beckoning for you to be seen.

Tears of an Unseen Love, desires us all to come on home – home where ideas are not placed, where it’s nature can commune once again, where reality is not forced but it’s adventure is a proposal of a new door.

Unseen lover’s – your tears are heard, your tears are seen.

 

For You. . .

It’s written in a way that is best described as it is, rather than trying to make it into something which sounds splendid to your thought or an idea in general.

   A child at nature, caring in heart and wanting the best for all. Little does one know about what they possess but yet still in the ever-growing and ever-changing aspect of it, she is inspired and of course need be very careful.. very.

   Now One knows the love for you, is without bounds and without limits, now one understands that it is beyond just the physical – it is something that is cherished so deep within.

   To find the words or fullness of words is difficult but One understands the feeling of it not being as it normally feels – you know.. not being quite right. Imagination is a silly game but how else can one understand what is only real to them. . this is the only way .. it’s been the whole mystery.

   You are but a mere glimpse within this essence and this being has no desire to look away from you. It knows you, and it senses you, it knows you without fully knowing – which is quite  complicated but yet an infinite state of experience in this mystery.

   Letting go is not what is possible, but maybe one day you may want too. . . or maybe it will dissolve? If it is true why would we ever want to let go? Pulled in by you in ways one can’t fathom, it’s a

gift, is it not?

     It’s hard to know the reality of it, only because it’s been built in another way – the spiritual – that it seems strange to … see it as a reality. Isn’t it all for you, isn’t this essence only for you – as in it’s secrets, it’s mysteries and it’s hidden peculiar moments – to get there.. one wonders . . .what it would take. Is it simple?

   One’s own shyness for you is pretty cute and yet still of a child. You may not know that part, who know’s.. but how can one take it fully. . . could you really appreciate it as it is? Maybe you could.. doubting is just irrelevant.

   So just to say what is always being said and do what my being prompted me to do.. which is write the existence of my own mysteries.. This soul loves you, cherishes you and knows there is none other like you. This soul ponders on you silently and doesn’t quite comprehend it but it knows somehow that you are the beauty in it’s reflection.

She Loves You, She Truly Loves You.

What do you consider it to be?

Tis’ the days in our life when we are merry and we are happy.

Tis’ the days in our life when we are sad and we are low.

Tis’ the days in our life when we consider the blessings, and we cut off the curses.

Tis’ the days in our life where we can smile.

Everyday is a day in a day in a reality in a reality, in a time, in a time of an eternity where there is space and where all upholds in all what is and what should and could and would.. and may of been but is only present in the essence of the now in the movements in the sayings, in the words, in the blink of an eye and in the floetry of the birds wing.

And even so in the fins of the fish that long to swim endlessly without death.. and still so the tall buildings echoe in the wind, declaring its own might, yet still it can fall only to be risen again by the hands of a human. . . and yes everyday in all days fur or no fur, or even so the windows and in the windows the open-ness and in the open-ness .. well what do you consider it to be?