As I turn my minds eye inside itself
the light in my heart cries for help
and I am called to write it down
The slow dance in the fast track left me looking back
in wonder
where did the time go?
Time became a metaphor for flowers blooming while the garden grows
in the candy-filled imaginations of hearts yearning to sit still
in silence
The love we found became the love we lost
and then found again because our paths, they crossed
like burning candles in burning saddles
we ride the curtails of our Fathers land, given to us by our Mother
exploring the explored praying we uncover new roads
for those who have known
the other
The illusions within the illusions
became the conversations within the relations
and duality of life, showed itself without remorse but
Salvation
The Saviors name became bridled with pain
when ego took hold and sin was to blame
but nothings to blame when we call it a game
just the 'exactly whats supposed to be'
for the experience of Spirit within you and me
We are creating our reality
because Spirit has answered the prayers of our dreams
allowing us all, to finally be free,
from the mental trap of fallacies
from the ****** hold they have on WE
because they don't allow us to actually SEE
teaching us ignorance,
and calling it need
I refuse to accept
that the wounded will bleed
when our bodies heal,
magically
I refuse to accept
anything less than perfect
in anyone I meet
YOU ARE PERFECTLY WHO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE
I wish we could all just take a moment to breathe...
forget the subconsciously influenced negative chatter,
break free of the images they force down our throats
and scream with new faith of new found hope
WE ARE ALL FREE,
life, death, reincarnated steps
walking the paths,
of the joy that they kept
through the tears that they wept
unknowingly
WAKE UP,
DAY DREAMERS,
The alarms gone off,
and we've overslept
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
As I turn my minds eye inside itself
the light in my heart cries for help
and I am called to write it down
The slow dance in the fast track left me looking back
in wonder
where did the time go?
Time became a metaphor for flowers blooming while the garden grows
in the candy-filled imaginations of hearts yearning to sit still
in silence
The love we found became the love we lost
and then found again because our paths, they crossed
like burning candles in burning saddles
we ride the curtails of our Fathers land, given to us by our Mother
exploring the explored praying we uncover new roads
for those who have known
the other
The illusions within the illusions
became the conversations within the relations
and duality of life, showed itself without remorse but
Salvation
The Saviors name became bridled with pain
when ego took hold and sin was to blame
but nothings to blame when we call it a game
just the 'exactly whats supposed to be'
for the experience of Spirit within you and me
We are creating our reality
because Spirit has answered the prayers of our dreams
allowing us all, to finally be free,
from the mental trap of fallacies
from the ****** hold they have on WE
because they don't allow us to actually SEE
teaching us ignorance,
and calling it need
I refuse to accept
that the wounded will bleed
when our bodies heal,
magically
I refuse to accept
anything less than perfect
in anyone I meet
YOU ARE PERFECTLY WHO YOU WERE MEANT TO BE
I wish we could all just take a moment to breathe...
forget the subconsciously influenced negative chatter,
break free of the images they force down our throats
and scream with new faith of new found hope
WE ARE ALL FREE,
life, death, reincarnated steps
walking the paths,
of the joy that they kept
through the tears that they wept
unknowingly
WAKE UP,
DAY DREAMERS,
The alarms gone off,
and we've overslept
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