Everyone is looking for The Secret.
A formula to life,
an eternal elixor.
Immortality.

The secrets are hidden deep
within our spirit.
Learn from nightmares.
Talk to dreams.
Write in such a way,
that thoughts pour from your fingertips.
With an eagerness to be read.

Be the person you want to be.
It's that simple.

Discover a romance.
A romance to challenge even
the most tragic of love stories.

A romance with yourself.

Embark on a journey of peace,
during a generation of hopelessness.

Inspire those around you.

Surround yourself with artists and musicians,
intellects and authors,
teachers and adventurers.
Ministers.
Angels.

Children with a shouting to the Nations.

Grow, learn, mold, teach.

At a time when there is
a disturbance in the galaxies.
A planet in high alert.
Violence. Demons. Hate.
Conspiracy.
Reach forth and grab a hold of friendships.

Others will see a light.
A glow.
A florescent adolescence.

The secret should never be,
in fact, a secret.

Let it be a telling.

"To see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour...."

What it feels like..
Today I watched rain spatter like paint on my window pane
and I remembered how you looked the last night I ever saw you breathe
I remembered how you told me it was like heaving for air
when you don't have the lungs to lead
Yesterday I watched a feather fall from a birds wing
and I thought of how you floated through life
wishing you could fly away
I couldn't give you those wings
the wings you needed to pull the strings life couldn't give you
If I could've said "I know how it feels"
to be the beaten up vet looking into an empty bottle of whiskey
with the empty heart flooded with never ending sounds of a gun
to be the adopted child torn away from his mother
the woman beaten and battered by a man called friend
I could've said "I know what it feels like"
but I never did
and now I'm sitting here with your casket on my shoulder
Praying to God that someone will be bolder
than I ever could and hoped someone would
because now I'm sitting here collecting daisies in an open field
under your favourite sycamore tree
and I promised you I would write letters when you moved to Tennessee
You never made it
I carved your name in the pavement where you picked up that dying bird
and told me every single word of the songs your mother used to sing
about putting life in everything
You told me you couldn't do it
If I could have told you I know what it feels like
to lose your focus on the 9th inning of that World Series we call life
Instead you used your knife and carved a ****
and laid yourself in a bed of ashes
and I swore to God I'd never erase it
I couldn't erase it but time
It was always ticking, tick
tick
tick
If I could've wrapped my arm around yours
threw you on a boat and brought you to Venice
so you could have seen what beauty was
or I could've given you a mirror

Our Dear
Mother
Father
God,

I am thankful for every blessing you send.
And have gifted us
throughout all the ages of our existence.
The present.
The past and the futures to come.

If I may
ask of you, please,
as you have touched my spirit,
let others see my souls illuminations.
A glowing of your infinitively divine
love and mercy.
Touch all things.
My brothers,
sisters,
the soil and growth,
the animals and trees.
All of us, together on this earth.
We all vibrate with your melody.
A techicolor sound.
Hums and wispers
of you.

I ask of one more thing,
if I may.
Spark curiosity of this glow that we have
deep within our souls.
Let others see the colors,
the light,
the joy and the peace.
The comfort.
Let it spread across the nation,
like the burning down and
building up of a new tomorrow.

I pray,
the fear in our hearts transends
into a journey,
an adventure
for truth.
That we may live as one.
One world.
One harmony.

One Humanity.

If I may,
a prayer for others.
Those who are lost.
Confused.
Broken.
Let us forgive those who need forgiven.
Help those who need help.
And love everything
as we love ourselves.

May all the asended
Masters,
Guides,
Teachers,
Travelers,
Marters,
Angels and Archangels
and every being that possess
your divine love and light,
join us on this journey.

Let us all sing one song,
hum one melody,
and whisper one name.

As we travel forth to worlds unseen and dimensions unknown,
as we journey along this earth,
exploring every beauty you have created
for us to discover.
A treasure hunt for the ages.

We love you
Mother
Father
God.

Namaste.
Blessed be.
Ashe.
Salaam.
Shalom.

Amen.

I am not offended by your words.
Do not be offended when I smile.
Look up.
Let the sun rays burn your face
and fall,
fall
into a peace,
a peace that passes all understanding.
A knowing.
Of greatness.

You'll fade
they all do.
Learning to love.
Love unconditionally,
without attatchment.
Prepare your heart
and make room for the lights
the colors.
The rainbow beams of every soul.
Even the dark.
Light cannot be without shadows.

"Some Warriors look fierce but are mild. Some seem timid but are vicious. Look beyond appearances - position yourself for the advantage. - Deng Ming-Dao

I found my way back
back, to that place I go to
When I cry
When I sleep
When I die
High in the atmosphere
into worlds.
I have my own hide away
no one can find me.
I've watched the universe
spin slowly.
Change from dark to light,
night to day,
night to day.
I've seen caves and creatures
roam the planet.
Lush green trees
ripped from their homes.
Giant animals
fall to the ground.
I've called upon the archangels for protection
from the darkness that has covered the earth.
I've fallen out of my hiding place
and landed in the darkest of nights.
Sun that seems too bright.
Nights that seem too long.
Haunted by words that will
never
never
ever
fade.
But yet, I've always return
to my spot in the sky,
to watch the evolutions,
revelations, the nightmares
and the miracles.
I've watched our
Mother
Father
God
destroy and rebuild.
Destroy and rebuild.
I've seen the most beautiful things.
Even the city lights
look like fireflies illuminating the planet
from here.
I've found beauty in everything.
Every word.
Every taste, smell, touch.
Every third eyed sensation.
I am not omnipresent.
Only...
present.
I glow a soft shade of purples and blues.
Indigos.
All shades, with a white crown upon my head
pouring out the purest of white lights.
My head tilts back as I pray for salvation on earth.
Peace among men.
An awakening.
The earth glitters with hope.
I sit and wonder as I mindlessly play
with the token around my neck.
A ring for prayer.
A reminder of greatness.
I gently allow myself to fall,
sink slowly through the atmosphere
like I am drowning during a sunset.
Tragic, yet beautiful.
Again, down, down.
My wings know not to save me.

We are the Moon
We are married to the Earth in an endless dance,
Floating through the abyss of life,
**Imagining adventures with the stars -
Using the universe as our stage.