You cannot perceive a rainbow without an array of colour,
Or know the majesty of colour, for it being bereft of rainbow,
You cannot conceive of a single soul,
Without knowledge of the divine source from which its zest blows.
Could you see the pearl in the moon without the rust of the red burnished sun?
Through which the cosmic fires run,
You could not be moved power of a single rhyme,
Lest you see how it's spilling in to the cosmic song, dancing throughout time.
Long live one truth, to which I am devote,
The world is a myth, the cosmos our home, souls reared on a spiritual outpost suspended on a light mote.
One creation adorned by flowering hearts - kin and twin - that cross on path of bliss,
Every mind wants to know what every other saw, prithee tell how you see like this.
Beaming, beating, bubbling hearts, waltz through the flowering universe,
The poet cries end of Love's dearth, and communicate its joys in verse,
Now thou hast give me the knowledge of my path towards eternal delight,
In knowledge of the unity of all things I will source my light, take flight, and fight.

The complexity of something simple in appearance. the attractiveness of something true in its deepest form. Beauty.

*-Bobbie Leigh

You are humanities angel,
as you walk on earth in human form.

You’re a gift to many
as you give aid to those who gather at your table.

You are like hug of air that caresses ones consciousness
to awaken to know who everyone is, divine.

You are a beacon for hope, prosperity, good health, and bliss
as your deeds enlighten.

You are the guides, ancestors, and beings of light who stand in dimensions ready to assist inside a prayer.

You are the Light-worker, Lecturer, teacher, Nutritionist, Healer, Star-seed and sage that has come to help all at this time.

I am grateful to those who have come.
I am grateful for those in different realms.
And I am grateful to you the reader who begins their journey awake alive and to realigned with the birthright of freedom.

StarBG © 2017

My attire, flyer than a kite
Bellowing higher
Floating, but ******
Sober, I'm told
The only state I'm in
Ain't about sin
Just a means to avoid
a loose mind
Of a multiple kind
Where happy and mad coincide
Follow me through the workings,

Go inside.

Where the mood pendulates
side to side
With reckless abandon.

Manifest in a man
To have childish tantrums
Self righteous in  his self deprecating anthems
To spring one's phantoms alive.

This, I strive to evade
I hide, but to save
No one else, but me.

Everyman for himself!

The mantra (sadly) of anyone seeking to be Free!