its your childs mind

feel it your healing

we neither hear
nor listen to thought

we be busy on the body
and its weigh in on life force

You may be right up close to each other
share the same space and be infinitely apart

cause you live
to the mind of where you put it

Look
at your thinking

before
you enter its meaning

the wave of thought calls life
to the memory of a body in heat yet to forgot
dis charges its stigmatic pulse across the
surface of inequity and settlement

we are the spoilt ones spelt in the river of renewal
repute and delivered to the lot of time
as purse of mercy be re acquainted to divine
and the lesser more offers soul in service off hand
to near the miss of a drawn out sand

is thought awake

or just a picture to a wakeful state

failing us
into the risk of knowing

the take of leave

a leaf that wanes
on the wither of a stowing breeze

carried to her seed
on the heel of a fickles mind
by the seek of his grounded harrow

a meadows hang
on the tenants tell tales wonder

advent on the shimmy
of her seasons *****

a braze on the heat
of a weathers mulling think

You could never think it
if it weren't your thought

Go
now-here slow
be one
to wag its tail
bask
in the kiss of sun
tumble
on the green lush hills
wash
in the wet of worlds
be easy
life is  playing with you

Be
non stick
to a question

and
glue to an answer

without turning it into an enemy to **** again

the enemy isn't that man is
its that man makes it to be

A soft word
spun in the head

will drip
its sweet essence
into the body below it

The staff on demand
Pulls tight a ribbon to its decadent throat
Corporeal being spills empty its spent space
into the corpse of clay
pressing its leer thru a slip of truth
peppered to the eye of its socket

the blood cloth inks its let
to her red rosey prejudice
blackened by its banished stain
relinquent and beastly
delicate and deathly
oer the swinging skull of memory

dripping its smelt on the suicide skin
a pest be its pleasure
pining and clad on the hang of hope
hurling at the end of a tethered rope

each thought alone
has itself a personal reality
history and story to be lived through you

as you hold your lack against them

fish
eat fish

cat
eat fish

fish eat cat

The
stirring
vibration

thickens its essence
into the soup of physical matter

hurt

that a blood hangs
the boil of blame and bitter on
thru history

is the culture
to be released from and refurbished

and a new blood
breathe itself into place

until ones resolve
is to their own to settlement

nones blood be restored

A feeling that cant be felt and sustained
cant be realised to matters of the world

Humans want and wish for change and cant access it
as many believe against it vibrationally
miss understanding the vibrational laws
in operation governing change

Be
looking
thru the eye

not from it

the eye
be looking

the eye
not be seeing

showing
that you mean

not telling it

is an easier energy to receive

a with
not an at

kind of feeling
© 2 hours ago

N o
    n
    e

I am not born sad
To learn happiness
Or dumb in the quest for knowledge
It is all I
All knowing all not knowing
From beginning to another
The lover and the loved
Over flowing in my own cup of understanding

I’m not an orphan in my mothers arms
I may abandon her but she never abandons me
I can not separate myself from my own creation
The ocean from its waves
I’m not innocence to lay guilt upon
Or a voice talking itself into being heard
I play in the game I am making

I may chase my own tail
To the ends of time
Still  I will begin
Where I am
In this body
Before I began
Nowhere I know
Everywhere
All at once

no
you doesn't

you
loses its content

No one
be your fault

they be your fiction
imagined
as your
fault

as you hold your child
don't hold on to them

I reach
as far
as my thoughts

and
I stay
out of the reach of others

A deep laughter
came to see me this morning
it was so excited
for the use of my soul

it slipped its fingers
across my chest
leaving by way of the heart

filling my rest
head to toe
its echo on my bones
its history
unknown

I to let
on all be guesting
this house of requiem ascension

Evoke
U surp this incantation
Stung into a dislocation

Heads on crick end
Neck a keel
Gulp upon a dry repeal

Blood a rune in gurt be fester
Scented to its hazel pine
Zip a crux to ravens jester
Lusting on the grip of vine

but really
we are a no body's any body

thought application
is no way to liberate an i pad

The energy push against unwanted things
Is the same energy creating unwanted things

He spoke
and spoke
and spoke
and spoke

until
he had said nothing

and then he was heard

Find
good feeling
thoughts
wherever you can find them
reality be vibration imagined
sustained and realised

this be the only requirement
to creating a  satisfying reality
vibration be first
action be later
alignment be all

before any feeling arrives
in the flesh

and be moved

crazy how
the human mind believes
life needs help

Its
only
cure


seeing
beyond what is

A fell sweeps claim oer an oceans crawl
Its swell held steady on her masters wheel
On tip of tail
Rip pelts its gain
To faces of white oak
Fleshing its lash to stern a skreel

Akin spill brine oer crested seal
Flayed to a heap on star of board
Meets mercy to a shantys wail
Scored deep inside her blackened hold

Buckles bound to chain and silk
Be heckle fetched to flattery
A brat un bridled to its helm
On wish be forged her majesty

and expect not to go hungry first

you be well and all be's well
u be food to lack
and you be eaten to death alive

A lot of energy
is taking up remembering creation
and creating to that memory
nothing new

as you become more
its not the more you were
its the more you choose to become

A truth
be wanted

and

A truth
be unwanted

all
be truth
all be
the imagination believed

a choice be yours alone
a choice be the only truth you have  
all be true as ones attention be put to it
and becomes more true as  it
trains your vibration to its resonance

you see
what you create
to look at it
you look
at what you create
to see it
thru projection
you illuminate  reality
from behind your head
its light becomes you
you become it
the shine takes its form
thru the formless self

as a passenger

to some one else's life

Because others
don’t see what you see
doesn’t make them blind

but it does
stop you looking
through their eyes

as a picture of me in your mind

you have everything

and nothing
is enough

vibration not ever
betray its physical properties

you are that your not
before you become of it

a silent hue about your frame
feeding your intention
to the mood and matter of the universe

you may shuffle the cards
and still play the same game

if you re arrange only the content
or thoughts of a mind
and not spin or feel it different at source
holding to its own story

an instance keeps returning to you
over and over in the flesh

until one re unites , balances and aligns all the bodies
vibrational firstly then emotional and mentally
to the point of activation or to the hollow space
nothing ever changes

the deeper you
shows up to the shallow waters
on the face of behaviours forthcoming
brought to you on your vibratory command
by others and the world about you

be sure
to take the whole of you
into a new creation

not just the headache

and
there is more

you are equally
not you

and
there is more

you are equally

not you
and more