Open your eyes
and you will
see the answer.
Look again with
the eyes of
your heart but
deeper beyond
the surface.
Be still and
view as if from
the mountaintop.
The ordinary is
deceptive and
so confusing.
What you see
with optical eyes
are actually illusions
and not quite
usually true.
For the heart
knows what is
in the mind
of the spirit
The secret is
revealed but yet
not too open.
Until you seek
with a sincere
heart it is still
not yours.
You must with
effortless effort,
completely yield
yourself in surrender
to it's biding.
There is a sacrifice,
to be paid,
a perfect one,
the one that
empties and drains
the soul in need,
but certainly and
fortunately it has
been paid and
eternally you are
justified and redeemed.
Because you overcame,
you are now,
the freed forever.
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Selected to win,
elected to perform,
elevated beyond
this realm but
didn't know how
powerful yet
he can become.
Not sure what
to do for
he is not
awakened.
Frail and weak,
but surrounded
by the influence
of the elites.
Not at all dejected,
but empowered
to be in sync
with the best.
He's so much
deflated and
cannot run the race.
But he's winning
all the time,
but by chance.
Luck on his side,
but how far
can he go
before another
take his place.
Not much time
is left for the ****.
He's not still awake.
Tumult of pesky,
painful and unruly,
unfortunate and unfair
freaky circumstances,
popping up here
and there.
So shameful to behold.
With what tools
then can we use
to wake him up.
I wonder,
i just wonder.
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As we watch
the world change
before our very
eyes without
knowing and
understanding
what is really
going on.
In slow motion
like a movie,
it takes all of us
by surprise.
Slowly like the
anaconda creped
in for the ****.
Everyone seems
blind to see the
Thucydides trap.
We blink to it's  
brightness as it
shines before us.
The rising Nachi and
the dominant Ricaame,
now towards a
violent collision
no one wants.
The sun shines
so brightly and
the new world
order in place,
perfectly penetrating
into the socioeconomic
system of the world
with excellent smoothness.
We can summon
the common sense
and courage to avoid it.
Understanding power play
gives us the
reasons we as
citizens of the world
should understand and
challenge the power that be.
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Your energy introduces
you before you
even speak.
This force impressed
itself upon our being
and exacts a lot
of perplexing imprint
on our aura which
in turn exhibit us
to our sphere
and environment.
Around you swirls
a magnetic energy field
that's so powerful,
an aura of extreme
electromagnetic resonance
with a powerful wavelength,
radiating and vibrating
in unison with
a magnificent octaves.
Colorful with different hues,
uniquely woven and
fashioned naturally in
our system and imbedded
perfectly into our nature,
abundantly displayed
and lavished infinitely
with love.
Interchangeable and so
divinely sublime with
a subtle expression.
This energy field is
the in-thing that set
you apart and identifies
you from afar.
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Change the change,
the pupa became
the butterfly.
The cocoon became
the carcass.
Change must come.
Darkness must turn
into light.
The victor in battle
became the victim,
and the weak became
the dominant one.
Change is needful,
for the weak
and frail one rules
the mighty.
The elites and the
influential became dumb,
walking around
without directions like the
zombies.
They became like the robot,
a methodical machine
without a heart.
There must be change,
because the generality
of people are ignorant.
Change your acts and
priorities to allow
change take effect.
Change has arrived,
to mend the errors
of the ignorant ones.
This change must change
hands to restructure,
and restore.
It has come to rebuild
with your help.
Articulate and obediently be
useful to make it right.
Be the change you want.
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It is not just
a thing of the past,
it is dead.
And you are still
on the ground floor.
Time to stop
mourning over what
is not worthy of grief,
remove the ashes
and smile again.
You didn't
loose anything,
it's just not
worthy of you.
Arise now and
know that it can
only get better.
Nothing last forever.
Custodians we are,
just for awhile.
Real treasure are
hidden and kept
away forever within the
depths of our hearts.
Don't look for it
with the optical eyes
but look deeper
beyond space and time.
Tucked away in our
hearts are the jewel
of inestimable value.
The gem and true
treasure are safely
hidden therein.
The heart is the
true garden of Eden.
There,we live forever,
immortality is wrought
therein within the
depths of our hearts.
The spiritual essence
in the fire of love
will transmute
anything not worthy
of entrance into
the chamber of
the heart where
the spirit dwells.
And something significant
of different quality of
another new seed will sprout.
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The flame of
the fire burning
up with fierce
force and consuming
all that confronts it
with such softness
and tenderness so
subtle it can never
actually cause harm.
Its fiery blaze
consumes everything
except the beloved.
Love is the fire
burning within the
depths of the heart.
It hides all errors,
melts all anger,
in all angles,
repair all wrongs,
when pride and
ego are killed
and allowed to die,
without resuscitating,
love blooms .
Resurrecting the dead
ego in anyway is
regrettably depressing.
The fire of love
is definitely divine.
It is pure and child-like.
We are the carrier
of that divine
enablement of the
light in love.
The clove of
that fire is
on top of
our heads burning
and drawing the
worthy ones
to it's flame
and brightness.
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