It's that right there
That contact, the time to be there.
The things that must occur.
The faith to learn to just take
The next step. To learn to trust
My heart.
There are many paths in there
Though I follow the one where I move
Easy through.
The ones with less resistance.
They bring me quicker to You.

You are calling me
I hear you.
Each night we spend together
Entangled in a fervor of
Movement and energy.
When you visit in the day
The sun actually shines brighter.
The greens look fluorescent.
Theres a sparkle to the tones.
I love when you come,
How you hold me firm
And can see outside of me.
The higher body.
The power of bodies.
The fractals fractal, expanded
Abound.
The essence I claimed to be.
You hold me there, like no other has.
So gently, when we are there.
The expansion frees my soul.
Releases those bits into the sand
Rebuilding at will.

I'm bored with division
Distraction from One.
Tired of being told
that defining lines matter.
Or that matter is higher
Or lower, or whatever.
I'm worn thin, stretchy at the joints.
Stretched to maximum,
Acceptance of voice,
and each perspective, I see.
I hear your rotations viewpoint.
I respect why you are here,
Yet I am over feeling fear,
Separation ... its been made clear
We are ONE.

So I go on  retreat.
I journey the darkness of me.
The Black Swan pokey, Shiney
Things. The distraction
From the rest. Its a part, and it
Must.
Though my attention here is free.

I call in my personal team.
The ones that see me,
That love me, unconditionally
Whom hear my hearts call.
I am feeling reclusive again,
And yet I know there I end.
Too deep within, and I rejoin.
I know I AM... that which makes IT
Happen.
So I keep balancing, one foot in.
The other trailing behind a cloud
of star dust and dreams.

I'll dream of you, welcome you there
And here.  Embrace your truth
Plenty of room for us all.
I'll send healing, loving energy to your
Wounds, calling them to seal.

My heart has no capacity.
Unconditionally free,
As for ME, I just got bored.
As for you, keep replaying what you need.
Results may vary

Now I know
This will be hard to read...
What if reading were illusionary.

Let's see, I am not this body.
This is know for sure.
The mind is not I.
I watch the two, in an
Interaction I can barely touch,
I can only grace, essence slips
Through the cracks of my palm.

The Me, I AM, she, he, WE,
I can see anything.
I can tune into
Information being thought
Over seas and time.
Inventions of time prove this,
Theory not needed for One.

WE are what knowledge creates,
What we see, breath, be.
Our source is infinitely creating a new.
WE create what we desire.

Information  is obtained from within.
And then, this leaves room
To question the true steam
Behind learning to read.
Since anything written is
Merely
A single portion of creation,
Perspectives glance, a chance
For a new view.
Since this is, reading carries
a particular weight.

My child resist,
Resist until it fits.
Resist, revolution will look like
This.
Illiterate is illusion, and yet
Illumined beings they are.
Ones that go within to learn
The steps of their path.
Child, resist. Hold tight, clench
Your fists to protest with the love
of your SELF.
Who WE is. Resist.
You are here to change things,
Over time, evolve within
the cycle of things.
To witness... resist and hold form.
We are free. Nothing can be taught
That is not for all to see.
We are free, literally. Bits of me
Spread in the wind.

Within there lives a beast
Secretly guiding the feets
Path. Quietly protesting with thunder!
It’s a beastly wonder,
The courage of this thing.
The fire it burns
The passion it intends.
Deep, deep within.

Down in there, deep down in
The beast watches over our soul.
It’s the kind of friend
We all need.
Its lit on both ends.
fueled and on fire,
protesting with disobedience.

The fire, this heat
This beastly One,
it rests alone.
The energy it feeds from is
Of before.
Its our source,
Our home.
The delicately strong
Complex throng of love,
And song, and bodies becoming One.
Lines fading, merging taking place.
Beasts meeting, free.
Passion behind clenched teeth,
Grinding tightly,
Oxygen on the fire.

as the levels extend
I submit to I AM.
the clarity has landed.
what is before WE
I yet comprehend.
universality, though is apparent
and my own eye witnessed it.
confirming sources surround me with
intention, Im calling you all in.

I stand firm in my sand.
my breakdown of past lives.
my opportunity to sink down
into the depths of her womb,
feel the ease of her dance.
birthed from the tender ***** of light
at her breast preparing for the let down.

information is coming down
with a presence, an essence, a truth
of free.
only from the mental captivity
that was cultivated to keep me from
you… only temporarily,
thine energy birthed anew
through my own womb -
so I know the intention is pure.

live(d) turned around is a riddle
for your confusion, reality is
(d)evil is a mere choice, as is to live.
and fear.

it all just IS… and where you put your focus matters.

focusing on aether or on matter will
produce different results.
the creator or the incubated.
both serving purposefully.
be aware of your role.

as I release my song into this breeze
I hear the tune,
the wind of Gods lungs
laying my head on your chest
and watching it heave.

I focus on the beauty
I chose to use me to charge my group
to rise WE
we see clearly,

focus.