In’s and Out’s

Trapped.

I feel trapped in his love, this love I feel and what he feels.

The urge to know the sensation one brings you and at the same time trying to escape it.

Feeling on edge when its not around, but I appreciate the preference of having my own company. How can a soul effect me so deeply.

Different worlds I enter and he somehow does not disappear.

I want to go crazy sometimes, smash my surroundings… for his soul to have got into mine, how is it possible. I can’t escape.

It’s dangerous.

Why do I make it such a problem? Why do I allow his energy to arouse me and make love to me and then i’m fighting his being – i’m trying to run but I cannot.

There’s a mystery in it all but I see myself as someone in whom no one can get into. . where my lonely parts are calming and secretive. In this place I cultivate myself, but where someone has been subtle in their approach to enter it, it has caused me to be  some what weaker but yet strong.

I cannot deny the powerful connection I feel towards him, deep down I think my firm hold on love itself is so deep that sharing it with another would make me lose control, and it surely has.

No one has reached where he has reached with me, no one has had that capacity to do so.

He is a Divine King that has swept into my chambers, and kissed my neck slowly awaking my chakra’s to his masculine touch. I am stilled. . . what more can I say.

For to say i’m insane would be politically correct, I have found my inner sanity even in the blur of thunder and storms – yet still his essence continually reassures me, it continues to make me know that he is the lead.

Sharing this love in the spiritual realms of ecstasy and being taken out of my self with him – surely no other human could carress me so.

Is this love on my mind or in my spirit?

Whichever one it has completely taken over my soul, and lifted me into imaginations unexplainable!

Is he exploring me?

Who knows.

The In’s and Out’s of this all has made a home in me.

Like I said,

‘I’m just a strange young lady living in a silhoutte world’

 

 

 

 

 

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.

3.

All I remember was I made love to him telepathically, I felt him.. was it him? A feeling I cannot and will not forget.

I somehow was pulled into his energy one morning and I was caught up in ecstasy.

I guess this drive I feel towards him is something unforgettable, nothing else or no other soul could possibly compare. Complicated in my ways, I sometimes feel that it would be to hard to love me. . that I’d over complicate things.

That my longing is too strong, and deep and at times cut off and disconnected. This I don’t mean to happen but it does and how can one be loved in such uncertanties.

He has never come close to me apart from being close to my soul, apart from spiritually being a face I hold on to.. although I hadn’t looked into him long enough. I stumbled into this love, and never knew I did.

Three occasions I had seen him, The 1st I was crossing a road and he came out of the cafe and his presence roared at me.. I had to look away.. I felt it deep in me.. the second I don’t think he knew I saw, I looked out the bus window in awe of him.. as I was returning home from work.. his focus ahead of him and neither looking elsewhere. He was the only one I noticed on that road, although there were people entering the grocery store ..he strongly caught my attention.. he just looked ahead. The third time, I saw him turn into a road..with the corner of my eye.. and my spirit leaped but I continued on until my heart beated with his.. or for him maybe.

As if things weren’t already strange, from that day everything changed. I didn’t realize it was him I was feeling, having been so caught up on a past incident and my mind trying to make sense of an eye connection that played with my emotion I somehow didn’t realize he was the one I knew deep down I felt. I had no idea why but that day on the bus when I saw him something in me recognized him.. I was so fascinated by him in the most awkward way.. my breath .. I gasped.. on all 3 occasions.

I somehow went through ups and downs, tricks in my brain and I had no idea what I got myself into but I realized I was stumbling in love with this young man, and I didn’t know him.. only of him.. I guess everything is connected. He’s touched me in places that no one has, and my feelings have opened up in ways that I never knew they would for anyone in this lifetime.

So fierce, and calm.. a gushing river and then it transforms into a rocket zooming out of space. . a space only I know of.. I never knew he would know. . or come close enough to know.

I felt him and I allowed him to feel me, and life continues to proceed onwards, and for all I know this experience was something that some say doesn’t always last. I still think about him, I wonder what he’s doing and if he’s okay.. sometimes it’s like he’s here and then he’s gone.. but i’ve also got to live my life. .  otherwise I would go extremely out of it.

What to do when your whole life has been dramatically impacted by something that is far deeper than I could imagined. Something that took a hold of me and it’s winds blew me to and fro. Where everything fell apart and you have to somehow find a way to put it back together again.

He wasn’t an obsession he was somehow a heart experiment completed. He managed to woo me, and I had not been woo’d as strongly as this in my LIFE. No one has woo’d me in my life but he.

There’s a whole range of emotions emerged into one in this writing. Where ever he is, he may remember.. I may run in his mind.. or he mine.. but a long lost love is just merely that isn’t it. The desire to connect deeply in you with another and once it’s done.. I guess the story ends.

Do I want the story to end.. no.. but I don’t know how else I’d react to the story. Maybe the idea of he truly making love to me in reality is something that I think.. what would it be like?

How would I be.. possibly.. breathless.. in deep connection with his core.. would our souls really dance in tune with eachother. I’d never know, all I know is how his energy ran through me .. caressing me.. intertwining with mine. All I know is what I experienced.

I’m a strange young lady in a silhoutte world. . . Love is stronger than death, Love is a lightening powered by a force of wind, Love is a secret parable wrapped in the arms of warm tenderness. What is a deep mesmerizing experience to do .. alter my perception on a feel I knew existed, on something I was highly aware of? Should I continue being it’s role, or at times we step down off the whole wheel of this silhoutte world and understand what we are, who we are and why we deeply connect with others.

I love him, but love itself is more than just what we think.. we have not yet understood it’s intent … we somehow sway with the notions.

I’m a strange young lady in a silhoutte world, and he found me only to woo me. . . and to whom will I look upon.. in this spirit.. and who will look upon me. I guess his spell was my antidote. . my response an endless rebirth.

I’m just a peculiar young lady in a silhoutte world.

 

 

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.

 

Her

I didn’t realize she would be the person that I had finally began to understand. Experiencing her was different, seeing her I knew she was not your average being but having taken the time out to discover her. .  she is not at all like any human I have met. I don’t want to make her seem like some perfect ethereal princess or some goddess. . .she is a mixture of many things which is very difficult to comprehend, her inner being is large but as large as it is , it is scarce. A phenomenon in her own right and yet still it isn’t a care for her.

It is beyond her, seemingly out of reach being not of this world.. although there are many worlds as some may say.. her’s is past all worlds and into the place of the eternal. Wild, yes but her child nature is an attentive wild ..at times losing herself within it. Her inner words are endless, peculiar but effortless.

   Describing her is not easy, she is an experience, a feeling, a deep rollercoaster of one’s own spiritual awareness, emotions and inner world. A path into heaven and a roar out of hell.. a silence of blinks and a smile of nothingness. Must I go on? You would wonder how can she be loved – this too is something to ponder on, for she is full of something so deep that her urge for love is not filled by humanity or neither what it can offer her. Vanity and appearances are a fleeting crack-pipe too her, a disease of the mind. . to read her is impossible but her heart  is the floet of an angel and the cry of a baby, a firmness of a warrior but yet a distant melody.. an ache of a soothing sound.

    I have watched her, and analyzed her, and she is someone whose love changes people ..frightens people.. or pushes them away. It is special, but not something in which comes around often and is understood.. it takes time to understand her for she is not observed with the physical eyes.. only when you see her will you understand.. she is more than the eyes.

   To love her could be a challenge but not a difficult challenge a fun challenge – one in which could push you to the edge of yourself in thought or one in which triggers every part of you at once – leaving you entertwined in your ownself with elements of her vibrating in you. I don’t want to say it is like fire, or like water.. neither like the air.. this is swift, the breeze doesn’t seem to see her or catch her.. she bounces on the breeze – she is somewhat a melancholic instrument – observing the weather and unfolding within it but being an echoe of the weather, unseen.

    I love her soul, and it does have me alarmed at times but it is a special gift, in extreme measures.

Too have and too hold.

For better and for worse

In sickeness and in health. .

She hold’s that key, she holds that truth.

Mystery of mysteries and yet still it will continue to reveal itself.

 

 

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.

 

 

 

Replay

I guess it is true, I cannot get away from the emotion deep down.
Although secretly I feel that somehow it was a game, the game was the formation of one’s own beckoning call. . . at the same time experience is the  master creator of a better outcome. Replayed right? Ugh huh.. It all was and is.. but deep down i’ll hold on to my Creator he holds the answers to the things we cannot seem to fathom.
I learnt alot from the truth and still have much to learn in it about Life itself – especially myself. .
I study my feelings at this point, observing what hit the heart and melted me from within. He who studied me from within as I crumbled crying for Love and it’s sovereign throne and power in the highest heavens to pour its grace on me through mercy.
I would like to say that maybe the heart-beat was a lie, maybe it was a dream.. maybe my own deception but I realize for me there cannot be maybes. Startled at the fact that I’m forced to examine my true feelings beyond the physical part – I was touched by his mystery. Firstly, Looking in someones eyes that I once knew and always cared about was deeply touching – that it haunted me for time stopped and all we shared was this space. The space that echoed in my soul.
The heart that shared its feel with my own it calmed my soul, it secretly gave me a hidden hope that I never knew was being reflected at me. Humbled by its touch until this present moment and frightened by it’s power and it’s affect within me. I’m silently walking away in a mist of God alone in my own element and world carrying one of the deepest life-changing events in my soul. I want to say the things I know I should but my heart is held back, I do have courage but once again I know this is what I behold and it’s sovereign to me.. it has raced my heart and woo’ed my soul.
The passion to drive me into tears but I am forced to stay firm because I realize life is our field of studying the art of ourselves, shared with others. The mystery man has left a mark of Gods truth in me. I’m no stranger to God’s truth, always knocking and seeking so its a solid sparkle in me.
I’m quietened deep down and i’m strengthened too and my best friend God well.. he must be laughing at me right now as I type this once again trying to express the hardest thing I can’t really express somewhere hidden in me.. in a different zone.
The mysteries of Loves Journey is one we all take, so now i’m quiet once again.. Listening, smiling, looking in..looking out, looking out looking in. Not asking for much but the reassurance of Love and Grace from my heavenly Father to NEVER leave me but hold me forever in his arms.. and be my eternal friend forever.

– Lovesmysteries