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  Jun 2015 Onoma
Seher Seven
Energy games these days.
Synergy claims.
Learn to relay, signals
Impounding on my ears.

Listen closely my dear.
It's all in here. There's just
Nothing to fear.
Tear fully, submit consciously,
Celebrate the oath of life.
Taste the flavors of the Earth.

She is here for us. And all.
And everything.

Questioning may continue
For a short time more.
My desire to know for sure,
Though will out soar,
Will implode the weak,
Low vibrations, Til they barely dim.

Peace is within, the faithful
Chant. I now sing this hymn
My heart has the beat,
And when I watch,
My mind finds the keys,
The steps, the recipe.

Faith is only the beginning...
I must be my best me.
Perfection is reality, no need to strive.
Standing up, Notice the toes on my feet,
Just being me. As I have no other
Choice.
Releasing IDs,
Sculpting energy,
Creating,
Onoma Jun 2015
Seated on a park bench...
a ravingly beautiful June
day, the body limp with
relaxation.
A breeze as embracing as
the body to itself...carries
the scent of a dead creature
at its tail end...somewhere
near.
  Jun 2015 Onoma
South by Southwest
He's the hand I felt on my shoulder as the tornado went over me . He's the one who saved me from choking to death in my own ***** . He's the one who sat beside me on the mountaintop as I cried over my wrongs . And if I ever kneeled before him he would take my hands and raise me so I could kiss his cheek . Who is God ? My best friend who has saved me time and time again . Who understands my limits and my failures but forgives me each and every time . One who is always there for me to lean on when I am tired , lonely , discouraged . One who has shown me heaven and promised a place there for me .
Who is God ? He is in me , my past , my present , and future . I am nothing without my God .
Onoma Jun 2015
Imagine the sun as a being

that reached into its chest

and began frenetically tearing

off excess layers...till The Heart

was reached, and every beam

became an arm of giving.
Onoma Jun 2015
Watching a hawk flying
from my window...
I swore I felt it gliding
through my sky-mind.
One spacious encirclement
after another...
felt like white silk pulled
through a white cloud...
as my eyelids slid
downward by some
indeterminate pull.
Onoma Jun 2015
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
nets of shadows cast unto my
statuesque feet-- uprooted by the
Unstruck Sound.
Onoma Jun 2015
The cup overflows
at present...
filling what we
see at present,
emptying what
we see at present.
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