Consciously unconscious.
Thinking about everything.
Thinking about nothing.

I feel like I've been here on this planet since eternity.
All the living beings on this earth are my fraternity.
We are all different and independent is how you tend to think. But in reality,
we are all different manifestations of the same energy that resides within.

You will be gone forever after your death is what you believe.
But the truth is you can't repeal the law of conservation of energy.
Albeit, sometimes, it might appear that you are truly free,
you will always be bound by the forces that you can't see.

I beseech the universe to reveal the secrets of its mystery
and all the broken links of our forgotten, immense history.
In my million lifetimes, I could not find out my real identity.
What's the true meaning to my existence? Answer, please.

/In fainting voice/Answer me. Answer me.  Answer me.

-Maverick.

Sometimes I catch glances of you
and me, and me of you
blue moonlight bathed

It’s a flashback to a set back
A breaking of chains
tethered to a past life

Shed the moment in two
the duality of brain and body
is tangled at the hips

Phantoms pass in moments
most claimed to the indifference
of lust and morality

Beyond the bleeding horizon lies a yellow star,
much like the glow above one's head when three eyes open.  
Within that star is an open space
where dew-dropped webs twinkle
like fractals of crystal quartz.
Streams of thought glide down silken strands of consciousness.

The yellow star sings to me;
"Seek further than you're told,
patience radiates like gold.
Your eyes have known
this sacred home
for many moons,
that laughing lune.
The wind may tell
'you know us well'
And we know you, little blue"

Perhaps a song for familiar souls, that have journeyed through a multitude of existences.
With my eyelids kissed by that yellow star's lullaby,
I hazily gaze beyond the sleepy hills, willow trees, and melting clouds
to see the eyes of my own soul smile crisp
like a poison apple in my hand,
cradled cautiously in the crevices of my palm.
The star contently fell behind the mountains,
humming to the melody of the rolling breeze,
fading into the twilight
only to become an echo in my mind.

I gave my soul to the sun that day
only to roam the black of night as an empty void
and see my true self once more
at the break of day.

there's a hidden, empty place
between the conscious and unconscious mind,
it's a wallowing feeling -
a standstill, a little uphill
looking down on yourself
realizing the battle is nearly over,
ready for change
and you say
take me to be whole, entirely me
enlighten me

Though we’re forgiven sinners,
saved by His Grace, we should…
accept the sacred precept that
we’ve been made a new creation
and not spiritual beginners,

who are wallowing in the past.
Are we remaining sin conscious
and not focused on glorifying
Christ The Son and His Father?
In God’s image, we’ve been cast

to shine brighter… than stars,
with Christ’s essence emanating
from our Life and Love for Him!
Can we repent at a deeper level
and recognize that we’re jars

of human clay, who are broken
for His plan and purpose? He
strengthens, sustains and leads
us; therefore, let’s rise up;
into our hearts, He has spoken!