The One III

It was meant to be continued..

perspective is everything.

You have to die to live. Grace is given for this, is it not.

This divine nature, this spiritual power this gift is the design in which we become one, in ourselves and with eachother.

Should I make it romantic, should cupid come out and point it’s arrow at me?

Should I catch butterflys, and then chase you around. . .or maybe, be hypnotized by you and lose my sanity?

We have choices, there is a will and there is a way.

I guess emotions somehow play a role in this discovery but they have no say on the outcome. The deepest self, the spirit is a lamp to God, searching through the inmost self and yes this part of our connection to the Supreme determines our outlook and our perception on the mysteries we find in the essence and presence of divine love.

A young woman as myself, in search of nothing but life and it’s fulfilling gifts, it’s treasures in Spirit in the mist of distractions and false concepts..

To tell the truth I once fell in the trap to the seed that was meant to destroy men. Yes, the good and evil – the serpent seed somehow tried to destroy my knowledge on Love – but it could not take away the God in me, the Christ in me.

The serpent was cursed, she was cursed and he was cursed, this whole order was corruption.

I was born on solid rock and found my way through life with the solid rock by my side. The whispers of the lies, that the serpent tried to feed me so it can take my seed and hallucinate me as one day I breed new borns in this world with no Godly character, instruction, foundation, education, and spiritual awareness of all in all – connected in One-ness of life..to have dominion in what God has given them. The lies wanted me to fall a victim to it, to become it. To run wild in romance, as I pondered on the special one, the one to sweep me away and even so to control how it would happen, to lead it to happen, to gain as much information to bring him to me. . .to think I could possibly be in the same lane as God is destruction. Oh how knowledge is deceptive.. to come out of your knowing-free and true in you-to be whipped by the illusions of love-the whisper of a lie, to turn the order into a mess.

She was decieved.

She needed to understand it was not her call to make decisions abruptly, for her own hidden agenda, she needed to have consent. With who?

The God who lives in her, and her submission is to God before any man but the gift of Men is the gift of seeing God alive in him, a head, a decision maker and one who brings his one and only in equal union with him.

She is subject to him and must pass everything to him to make an equal decision. I can’t know everything and I am not designed to lead in anyway that means calling the shots above a man, who do I think I am. Do I live ordained by man or by God. Divine love is the The Father, The Son & Holy Spirit alive and at work within him and me, our family and the home in which we choose to build.

To desire to know more than what has been allotted me will lead me in the hands of a lie, to stay one in the truth I already have within me and blossom with it inside my soul – surely will lead me to the all knowing prosperity from the Tree of Life. The Holy Spirit always spoke to me and showed me what I had to understand even when it hurt, we always keep learning and growing and I learnt when we are eager to love and to share ourself without truly knowing the full extent of Love in us, ascending through us and its true origin beyond us with all and in all – out of the universe – unmeasured – omni through what we cannot even begin to imagine, you will break down.. you won’t be strong because mens knowledge of Love is a deception, that will kill you. . only a man who holds that true love can die to live again.

True Love is found on the cross, implemented on one’s own relationship with the grace of God within their Spirit creating in them a better character, a new man, willing to walk in the full image of Love and share that relationship with someone else and the whole world.

The 2 become 1 is an act of sanctification, a will of a supreme power at work between a spiritual being and their creator.. the tree of good and evil to the tree of life, making love through the pain.. the pain we all choose because we live blind to the truth.. even so this same act of sanctification as shown between 2 individuals who have seen the mercy, forgiveness and love from their creator must show it towards one another – the sacred out of this world love but enters in us because it’s imprint is still with us, by us, guiding us.

God is Our Sacred source – He is the head – She is his side.

Now the origin of the truth can manifest and their home be blessed.

She must lean on God, for God is her sword, her meekness, her submission, her authority, her strength – making her an equal heir to this gift of life, alongside the precious man in whom pursues her.

Her Love is an anchorite.. the man whose Spirit has returned to it’s true knowledge of its fruitfulness and his leadership, and his essence empowered by the Love from the heavens can only capture her.

The One is in all who have found the true One within them.

The Tree Of Life.

CHRIST.

LOVE ETERNAL, LOVE FOR LIFE, A LOVE SUPREME IT ALWAYS LIVES ON.

We knock on it’s door everyday and it awaits our call.

One.

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.

 

 

 

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.

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

💛

For better or For worse

Love and Loyalty.

To maintain such beauty it is first wrecked by the ugly truth.

Did we ever understand this passion?

Did we ever know. . .

Did you?

I’ve gone past what I can imagine and am now with everything I feel – free flowing. My soul has a league of it’s own, it calls and it’s silent.

It dances and it sings, my spirit though connected to Life is looking.. in and out of the blur.

I never thought it would be like this, never thought I’d see what I did. To fight the war and to stand again and again is beyond me.

Can I smile, I guess. . but i’m more mesmerized by Love and it’s passionate hold on me. Tired eyes, wide eyes, pretty eyes, soul eyes.. Holy Spirit drives my soul to be revived.

Once again, Love is called to thrive.

I asked, “Where is he?”

All I heard was the echoe of the wind.

I asked, “Where is he?”

All I heard was the birds chirping in the air

I asked, “Where could he be?”

Then I realized. . . I must carry his energy. . It’s deep in me.

Am I you. . . are you me?

God. . I’ve questioned you on the one whose rib I came.. your response was a beating heart and tear drops with purpose and hope, the truth I’ve gained. Does it matter if he comes, does it matter if he’s present.. If we are joined in heart and are one – I guess i’ll survive with his essence.

Words and words, more words.. but I long for silence with you.. when the rib has come.. our silence would be the words that were never said . . . the words that were trapped in our heads. . . the words that electrocuted our hearts. I know the silence, we know the silence.

For better or For worse

Love & Loyalty.

The Beloved

Often time this dear one wondered if it all was worth it, the open-ness and the remembering.

Staring out her window.. eyes blinking.. whilst observing the swaying trees.

Her heart was precious, soft and strong.. yet it magnificently bloomed as a flower. No one had any idea why her heart was the way it was but this rose always kept her calm.

‘I wonder if he’ll come for me’

Oh how her longing for her long lost love sang to her soul.. day after day, month after month, year after year but the one to whom could share her with herself had not arrived.  The Rose pondered if ever the bliss expression of unconditional real love would be her lot in this fleeting life – To Love and Be Loved
To Hold & Be Held

To Cherish and Be Cherished..

To have a burning desire of Amour for another that transcended the physical dimension.

Where was he?

The Rose didn’t want to put a name on he because  all her hopes on the one her heart was drawn too had lost its touch. Yes the beloved had loved he..but he never noticed her. Realizing maybe it was all a dream and now the wake up to reality was her transfiguration – The one her soul secretly had fallen for was not the match for her inner being; It was time to move on, and let go. . .  all the time waiting for He, The Rose may have missed the One.

Her eyes wide, one with humanity again admiring the view.. in her innocence, sweetness, and cosmic nature.

The Beloved – the one they never forgot, the one they always remembered but who would claim her.

A Long Road.

I didn’t want to lose hope

I didn’t want to run..

I wanted to be steadfast.. just to live and have fun.

It seemed so surreal…this very existence..

Don’t get carried away I said..

or you’ll crash and burn.. I put up some resistance.

He kind of saved me, little old me.

His piercing eyes looked way past what I forgot – and I was struck by a dose of love..

A love I never let pass my heart, it somehow disappeared in me..clouded but still visible.

Time kept us apart.

A lot of darkness was in my dream but I always believed in the light and that day his gaze was my light. I held onto it, never letting it go – I somehow hoped I would experience it again. He opened my heart because I wouldn’t let go.. The Love I never forgot was my awakening and the Unseen Creator was the one who reminded me.

Its been a long road, long.. long.. road..

but Love never dies. . .

And to him who welcomed me.. who remembered.. We’ll say Day 1.. He was my blessing in disguise – whatever took place that day led me to fight for my heart once again. .

A long road..

to Love.

Listen

Solitude.

That is all I ask for.. Solitude with Life, in Spirit..And in this quietness I am able to know where the darkness has tried to come from.

So much projection from a society that has lied its way through culture, religion, politics, and all the dogma and social stigma attached to a world that has no understanding of where it is heading. The importance of Life is what men merely seek to discover, they rather implement standards of how we must operate without understanding the perception of Life itself. Perception of Life is seeing more than just what we can offer and deliver to a man via exchange rates of material gains and posessions. The Knowledge we must have is not one of accumulating what others have or what we think we are in need of, it is in the stillness of presence that we identify with our being.

Being? That is the essence of Life, it forms its road by issuing itself a demand of attention to what is. Calculating its vision of what is around it. Darkness is a matter of choosing not to see oneself in its ways, in its true nature. Our influences have created in us a character that is not ourselves and therefore absorbs our freedom, our relationships, and we are therefore living us with other influences instead of understanding the influence within ourselves.

So what must one do?

Focus allow intuition to heed
Plan, the strategy is present when you plan.
View yourself and understand your being for it is light. The one who formed all light, the word itself.. Creator of heaven and earth – with whom is unseen but seen within ourselves and others. . . Yes. . . one must open his ears and listen.
My dear friends,

The Giver Of Destiny is among Us.
One Love 💫💛🕊