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TObed Mar 2021
Thought you had the devil in a cell
But I guess you took too many and ended up in hell
I told you to tell when you needed help
But he took over and put you on mute
Now he's dancing on your grave cause he can't reach the nave
preston Mar 2021

There is a stream
  in our theme,
a  river that flows through us--
that stream is us.

In the stream, whose name is
"All it is that We Are",
there  is a continuity--  
a common ground  
in  everything that the
    stream contains;

    it is ours,
    our substance-- our essence.
    .   .

Place your hand
into your stream
and feel
    who it is that you are,
and know that as you do,
every part    of
what it is that  m o i s t e n s
your arm  

    is that which is of you..
        you are   t a n g i b le.

The stream is yours--
    who.  you.  are.  
ever-flowing, yet tangibly  felt
at any given time.

This stream, also aptly named
"Substance of Being"--    from
beginning to end  contains
    within it
    all of what it is that is yours--

      and yours alone.
      .   .   .    

Jump, beautiful one--
right smack dab  into
the middle of it, and
feel yourself  in its entirety--

        beginning to end,

    yet,
with no beginning that can be seen
and no end.. save the vast sea--  
the  beautiful final destination  
  of all streams.

    .   .   .   .  

  Feel yourself flow in it
  and know it is you--

  bank to bank;
    the stream is you.


https://youtu.be/yQOBUrRaPU0

xoxo
04/2016
Wellspring Aug 2017
As of recently
A truth has come to light.
That with the lies,
Come a thousand flies
and the sour odour of vultures.

The scavengers.
They pick and pull at the  bloodied carcass
That was my story,
Pulling free from it's tethered mooring
That was my lying mouth.

Do we really understand
Why we lie and deceive?
When really, it'd be better,
If we left the fetter
And cage of deceit,

Behind.
Alone.
Where it can do no more  grievous harm.
When you're avoiding doing work.... hehehe...
In this jar,
take a look please.
It's full of the tears
you caused me.

In this jar,
the crimson looks black.
It's full of the blood
you shed from my back.

In this jar,
the creature is alive.
It contains a demon,
and that demon shall thrive as long as you're here.

— The End —