more continue to rise.
her call is deafening still for many.
pattern recognition missing from our history.
hearts bleed when death occurs again and again...

though it seems, there is a group of WE
that clearly hear through the visions.
this group, these warriors for the heart
have begun a serious procedure,
a complicated circumcision of fear based
conditions.
this group exists in all generations,
though now is a new day.

the feeling I get when I AM
in the presence of these beasts,
I get a bit flushed.
my mind rushes with thoughts of US
here, with the path to peace so clear.
my body trembles and I want to push in on
these people.
I can feel it in the air.

the air changes, winds shift,
rainbows become more prevalent.
you can feel when ONE arrives.
these warriors extending arms
and heart space.
fine tuning things.
right at our eye.

these are the gifts the light bring.
and the dark has its gifts too.
the truth is the warrior heart is
blue.
darkened with each offense that causes pain.
though suffering is choice and so
this blue tends to be rich with voice
of chosen path.
the conflicts needed to light yet another path,
and the cycles do not stop.

its the fear based choices
the warriors of now are here to expose.
the cycles truths are being unloaded upon us
through the times of today.
much of it is created to keep these
warriors at a slower pace, these light workers
feel the race, now. and are on the way.

the time is now, and always.
I feel it in the air.

I wonder what it would have been like
To live in the suburbs with you.
In the Twin homes, streets lined with high walls.
The quiet neighborhoods,
Behind those doors
Are the stories to be told.  

I wonder how it would have felt like
To walk evening paths, holding your hand.
Steps towards birth.
I envision how your love would have felt.
How the cool night breeze would remind me I was with the right one.

Though somehow these were not our steps.
In my dreams it's a mishap and we
Always get another chance.

I looked up and heard
you, your tone called me in and
I answered my call

the eyes are said to be
the portal to our soul.
the door within.
where truth is told.

images pass through optical lenses
enter our realms as electrical
impulses.
beat, beat, beat to our brain.
processed, and vision occurs.

the belief we create
what we see
is deeply seated here.
our eyes convert matter
to pulses of light and currents
that our brain can envision.

in those intricate delicacies
of what WE are,
in those most complex layerings,
our truth sits.
we have to watch closely.
so many details are missed.
lost in the abyss of what fear
creates.

so, how does this work then?
the electric tick of fear
must just keep expanding. its wave moving faster.
its in abundance and the visions are clearer.
the perspective is available for you
to align with.
those currents run continually,
tune in and then see what you wish.

and this is generational.
natives of any land say
its 7 generations ahead.
our work is not for our part of the path.
we are experiencing Attunement
and indeed it is heaven sent,
it travels on the wind.

this movement of air we exist in,
this moment to moment experience
where each new one is gifted.

as each moment is shifted,
we know something is happening.
our hearts are bleeding out stagnancy,
creating space for loves vision.

we rise, our insides being forced out,
the outside coming in on electrical currents.

as she reaches her maximum,
reflective, potential for this month,
I feel her illumination.
its like this most months.
her glow reveals my deepest desires.
my true call home.
what my heart wants.

though, here I seem wired to serve,
selflessly.
as her sides round out I hear her .
its so **** loud.
she reminds me of what I long for.
since so young, I just wanted to be home.
it must be getting close

these transitions in life
have a way of slamming in.
they carry weighted experience.
they alter time.
these shifts, the waving goodbyes,
the new normals.

gold,
the only material worthy,
the only metal capable of keeping
the mold off, keep the heart pumping fresh.
opening and closing for the workout.

trust, these movements of such,
these takes and thrusts.
the massive shift of the ocean, as the tide
releases its hug upon this shore.

She heaves, and shifts the sea.

these pure moments,
they carry all of the energy that is needed
to make it the next round.
ejected from new moments in space.
ones yet to be seen.

its these,
these brilliant moments.
I tend to rest patiently in between,
as the energy is building.....

In this world
People take a love like mine
For granted.
In this world they teach
Work as habit.
To earn love one must work,
Jump, leap, impress.

Second chapter of the book
So many attest
Claims the glory of the first
Is second at best
And work is introduced as
Deliverance, a path to love.

That love is a contest,
Something to win, hold,  capture.  
Something we must run after.

This is the thing about in sight,
When we look within we see
History and what's been written
Has an agenda,
Generations long.
Deliverance, indeed.

Our current world has been created
For us to literally see.
Cloaked with options
That create division and
Defame neutrality.
In the light though, we see
Both are needed and necessary.
From ONE WE come,
From unconditional love we come forth.
And so to my point,.

My voice, my truth.
Love is.
Its embrace is YOU.
be your self.
Love unconditionally,
Be true to you.
It's so simple it sounds basic and silly.
Though if you follow my lead,
The light within will begin to
Bleed out.
Your heart will be overcome with
Acceptance and understanding
And your mind will begin to overcome
Doubt.
You will begin to feel free,
The gift of what is.
Love anyways,  unconditionally.