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A Woman's HopeA woman’s hope is sometimes strong it shows unbending love. Hope is flickering like a candle in the wind; look closely the tiny dancer is in the flames of purification of a hope not in vain. For the creator’s wounds were freshly bound and reclaimed so hope would live and proudly proclaim victory over the darkness of an enigma or our own paradox within our ego’s closet. There our ego stands without light or understanding with ego’s voice to listen to it’s self alone. Hope has buried deep in the folds of the death of ego’s reign. Giving up all to let the tender light let it go to the beyond of knowing. The death proclaims no victory over the living fire of hope’s love, freed to live within me.

Nov 13, 2010

Spiritual loveSpiritual love is so fresh and light you cannot control it. Yet it satisfies you. With our Smiles and a warm glow of light we buzz with joy beyond measure. You turn your face towards the sun and become filled with love and joy as peace tugs your heart strings. Through the wonderment of the children you can catch a glimpse of heaven. / As the heart turns and soars on high with the eagles your ears and eyes are opened to hear the music of the angel’s. How can anyone be content with pain, struggle, strife and poverty? These things are that which brings you to the threshold of god’s house with the invitation to come. You were summoned by him to receive all he has waiting for you through his spiritual love.

Nov 13, 2010

LoveLove has many names and a face it shows it’s self in the strangest places. Just when you think you’re done with it here it comes again with a sappy song. Some tears are shed and words unsaid with longing and pain for the love in vain. / Love is quiet and auspiciously loud it can be found in a crowd. Love has silver, lining softly riding the clouds musing, smiling while silently crying. / The animals and nature couldn’t be better as you quietly sit down to read that long, love letter.

Nov 13, 2010

RENDERING THE FATYOU CAME AND REMOVED MY RIND SO I COULD WALK IN LOVE, THE BOUND KNOW ME NOT! YOU SENT ME SO THEY COULD BE FREE. / ALL YOUR CHILDREN HAVE LOVE FROM ME TO COME THIS DAY AND RECEIVE HIM WHO GIVES FREELY. / A SOUL FELT FROM GOD THAT YOU SHOULD NEED A ROD TO REMOVE A CURSE BUT THROUGH ONLY YOU’RE VERSE, LET THE CHILDREN OF EGYPT COME HOME.

Nov 13, 2010

SKILLSkill is not always as it should be or what you think it is. There are hidden gifts inside the friction. There lies the way to a graceful life. You are not what you do: it then becomes a mirror to provide a higher learning in your evolutionary process. / Thus you are given a higher skill and levels grown in leaps and bounds. The zen garden expresses the essence of life and a highly perfected skill. Today as i sit by the wayside calling up the gardens of senses i view the placement of things in the garden of my soul. I see that it needs manicured. As my very thought is in action it arranges the action of self to suite my visions but is this reality? / I know there are billions of possible answers and come to the conclusion it is in perfect state as it was before i changed its placement. With in the desire for it to be perfected in my minds eye it gave a glow of deep scarlet in appreciation of the acknowledgment that my provider was perfect in all things.

Nov 13, 2010

Forgivness WinsAs my life gets so complex, I slowly massage my neck. I scratch my head knowing I’m truly dead. I can't begin to express my loneliness. I can sit here in my room contemplating my doom. This cloud of gloom won't pass me by. Alas, I don't know why. / You were a last reach at humanity. I guessed at the decision and got such a calamity. All I wanted was a friend. Instead I lost all hope in the end of sanity. / As I felt my head leave my neck, you bagged my air and said what the heck; you tried your best, a feeble attempt, at a molesting order. I said look over your shoulder, a sky so blue and clear it removed the tears from my eyes as I said goodbye.

Nov 13, 2010

FOUR POINTS WESTOn this long, drawn out journey from the vilest of things to the sweetest smell of flowers that linger upon the air. My journey wasn't alone I came with a sister; we walked so much I had a blister. Along comes a bus and we're off and sitting with the discussion of things. So down to the beach we went. I could feel your wonder so as my feet hit the sand. We were truly in another land. / A place of beauty alive with awe just for you. I soon found myself saying Take a long look; the flowers are for you my sister to aide in your heart felt plea for others. I traveled far and wide to the land where starfish hide, purple in color. I ask a local surfer girl to intercede for our brothers. / I gave you a skin with strings, complete with gifts and things. We asked her to ride out for the best wave of her life to release our plea at 403 at four points west, she did her utmost best.

Nov 13, 2010

Alien ***Our lives cross many paths and many people with such alien thoughts to our own and as all mixes in we take on a piece of that energy. I pray those who randomly take from others remember they will not own the energy taken it is specific to the one vamped. If you run on others you are an alien dead and void of humanity. We all want what we don't have so think about it a moment even in your dreams you are not in body so where you choose to go and who you do is another choice. Let us all reach for higher reasoning and stop taking without asking. Most are unaware of the energy taken till sickness comes and forgetfulness runs rampant through your mind or what is left of it. Be aware and awake to own your waking and sleeping mindful right use of control and consciousness. / Our lives are not our own it is a higher realm of being that we all are made of. The creators creative spark, how can we take advantage of our own blessings with clear consciousness after behaving like lower humans? A take on the word god has many faces, names and realities for all of us to arrive as pure spirit. The pure spirit we are comes from his hand not ours so you can give it up or turn it in for less but trust is inevitable. The darkness of the soul has misunderstandings and losses do occur in this area it is not eternally safe to exist as a dark being for when judgment comes the light will posses the darkness like a bad habit with little thought who it consumes to be no more.... I choose to live life as it was meant to be higher spirit wins in the end, always the creator never looses so truly there is no choice to be made as i do not own myself he does. It all was given free and clear over the freedom of will his will be done, I have nothing to do but go where i am asked to go and to do as he requires me to do this is not alien *** it is gods way to make sure his children come back to his pureness of being for the last time. To live as forgiven and to be redeemed with a free salvation card to be a rider in the best of plans till you are required to do another assignment. / Some get trapped in the astral having *** like rabbits those are the ones who were trapped in the flesh as well as becoming embedded into the astral. School is the place to go to. Learn all that is required , seek the life you choose to have , see where you have failed in the past life and move on... live jump off the door step of the most high's house and enjoy life as it is your lessons, trials, and corrections of the spirit we need to be free of the lower alien ***

Nov 13, 2010

Tenderness of woeTenderness is a touch , a thought, a feeling of bliss. Standing in awe, tenderness is a euphoric experience. Tenderness of woe is the self-love reached for to console pain and strife throughout your life. / Tenderness is all encompassing, never ending, just a healing of a beginning. The beginning is the understanding of worth and justness. I crave a night with tenderness not lust. Woe can take control leaving you motionless. Longings leaves you with aches and pains. / Tenderness is like a man with plenty of drink: it eases a free flow of reality, intensified by serene intoxication. Some like the stench and others request the volume of commitment in this decision.

Nov 13, 2010

THE GIFT OF CONSCIOUSNESSThe Gift Of Conscious Creation / The supreme happiness of life is the conviction of being loved for yourself, or, more correctly, being loved in spite of yourself. / -Victor Hugo

Nov 13, 2010