Lost in a state of confusion
Along with those winding roads
Fighting against the raging tide
Trapped in this place inside.
Those demons in your head
They are playing tricks again
But never underestimate your strength
Your down though you will survive.
Now you can blossom like flowers
For now your lost in disaray
And you walk that winding road
Just where are you heading too
No one can say for nobody knows.
Lets hope one day you'll find
That path you've been looking for
And reach out for that sunny sky
And leave those dark clouds behind.

Our words are
powerful spells
from the soul.
The words you
wrote down on
that parchment,
those words you
uttered with your
mouth come from
the world beyond,
from the world
of the spirit.
What do they
even mean,
the words in
your stories.
They are powerful,
let them be spells
that conjure,
let those words
transform you,
they say what
the spirit feels,
they are words
of the spirit,
with the power
to translate you
to be anything.
Your words can
make the impossible
things with ease
to be possible.
The heart understands
what is in the
mind of the spirit.
Let your words
be the spells
that can awaken
the sleeping giant
within you.
Let those words
conjure the power
of love divine
to possess and
heal our world.
Let it bind
our wounds and
repair all wrongs.
If you are not
completely captivated
by the unique
exceptional nature
of words,
and the ways
like the spiders web
your words can
weave everything,
even the invisible
things to manifest
into our reality,
you should then
keep quiet.
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it takes four to move and wander.
it takes three to be the reason to stay awake.
it takes two to grow the love and to survive.
but it only takes one to make it all happen.
you

I think I am still dreaming,
But I am amazed,
That alone I still fly

There is a greater love than human,
Than our fragile hearts can bear
But I had to die
shed the skin of mortal thought
like a dry skin

Be broken hearted
betrayed
rejected
ridiculed

Empty, now my soul
Forgiveness a bitter bile
Though memories remain
Some sins redeemed
Amended, atoned for...

Purity sought
In a world of decay, corruption...
imperfection

And yet I found...

There is an immortal river that flows
In a place where gods and goddesses
lift up the Grail
And into the chalice pours
the water from the Source
of creation and life

Where hearts have wings
And are borne beyond time
In the garden of eternity

The rose never fades there
and thoughts (voices I have heard)
span timeless space
even from heavenly galaxies
to our mortal realm

There are two gates to the other place:
Surrender and Purity.


Peace.
Love.
Light.
Be Free.