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EliMay Apr 11
A world void of noise,
Of color and emotion.
The shadows dancing to the silence.
The shores flowing on a rhythmic wave.

It is you.
Your glory and presence
Wiping the soot away.
Filling sinners hearts with
Hopeful intentions.
A promise to your everlasting fortune.

A spiral of notes
Dancing in the wind
Bringing your voice to my ears
As the most beautiful symphony of truths.

The drum beating of my heart
A reminder of your blood
The sacrifice of your life
For my sins.
It is your presence
That shows me how to be the light.
The color and melodies
Of a not to distant land.
To live as you would want us
To show the love you give us
And guide those shadows to your light.
Bring the light of love to those around you!!
Burning against rays of cool winds
Which sound like aeroplanes
Darting across the blue sky
As soft music flickers candles
Inside dim room lit by a chandelier
Which swings high and shines
Crowning those below with a feeling
That the shadows which were cast
Had no reason to cause any fright
Simply because the jewels which shone
And the pearls which dangled overhead
Were not something to fear or banish
Simply something to cherish at moonlight
As the seaplanes dived through the firmament
Neptune made an eerie sound of silence
Leaping into the puddle which reflected
Having found the courage for something beautiful
When the sky is blue and the lights are on
Made your way up and made a splash
Jose H Apr 10
I fall in a way I cannot explain
In a way I do not understand
Quickly, but with such force
With the sense of overwhelming love
Crippling me to my knees
Almost unable to bear

As I've fallen for you
This feeling is not as it was known
This love brings light
In a way the darkness cannot overcome
With your gaze, I'm lifted
With your touch, I am saved
With your kiss, I am at peace
I fell to depths I've never known
preston Apr 10

I move through the day
with my headphones on—
not just for the music,

but for the remembering.

A wire,
a pulse,
a quiet line
that tethers me

to the hush on the other side.

I charge them every night—
because she might need
the warmth of soundless presence,
the kind that doesn’t reach in,

   but wraps around.

She is hidden,
but not gone.

She is beneath
the hush of fabric and mercy,
where no eyes ****,

no explanations are required.

And I—
I go on,
lifting and lowering weight,
cutting silence with work,

holding space

for the one who is learning;
that Light can contain her
without devouring.



So I charge the headphones.
I keep the line open.
And I carry her
as lightly as I can,
because right now—

   that is how
   love breathes.


And underneath this blanket
of containment,
she is unfolding.

There is a safety here
that her spirit
so desperately needs..


As she learns how to Become,
   again


and as I work, she is blissfully doodling,
on the other line  with me
Immersed in the covering  of safety
that only Light can bring

#Love
When I walked into the bright light,                                                                    ­                                                        I knew I had just lost my life                                                                             
I came upon a set of stairs                                                                         ­                                              
 Saw the Lord waiting up there                                                                     ­                                      
  He said, "My child you are free"    
                                                                 ­                                
  Come on up & you will see                                                                         ­
All your pain & your despair                                                                      ­                           
You've left behind, down there                                                                      ­                                                     
I saw the angels coming down for me                                                                       ­                                              
 Light & goodness, an ocean breeze          
                                                                                                     
Lifting, gliding, peacefully                                                                        ­                                           
Feeling their light passed through me                                                                                    ­                                                 
  As Jesus stood watch over me,                                                                                 ­                                                        I raised my eyes up to see         
                                                                                                                    ­
The gates of Heaven & beyond                                                          
                                                                ­                                               
People gathered singing songs            
                                               ­                                                                 ­        
Old friends, dear pets & family                                                           ­ 
                                                               ­                                                   
All waiting for me so patiently                                                                          ­                                                      
Surrounded by love & purity                                                                       ­                                                      
I knew I was where I should be    
                                                                                                                       
A joyous rush poured over me                                                               ­                                               
                                                                ­                                                
When Jesus extended his hand to me

There is a thickness to Presence
when light has fully come.

It does not press—

   it holds.

It gathers around you
like dusk after heat,
like blankets not laid over
but risen up from within.

You don’t need to speak.
You don’t need to explain.
You don’t need to hide—
because you are already
hidden
in the Light itself.

And in that hiding,
healing begins.

Here, the ache is not judged.
Here, the story is not required.

Here, breath is enough..

  Not because it was taught to grow,
  but because it remembered
  what warmth feels like..


That slow kindle of hope
becomes heat again—
flames returning
to the heart’s own hearth,
too long left cold
by darkness and despair..

A hearth that survived
on wet matchsticks—
built only
by its own need to endure.

---

It is the hearthfire
that feels the light of hope
first.

The more ash-strewn,
the more hollow,
the deeper the heat
of Light’s permeation.

---

So the soul,
once clenched around its pain,

   softens.

Not all at once.
Not forever.
But enough.

Enough to rest.

Enough to believe--

that warmth this deep
could only come
from the Giver of Light

   ..who never left.

And in that warmth—
without pressure,
without fear..

everything begins again.


"..all is quiet on New Year's Day
a world in white  gets underway"

https://youtu.be/ZJq1FS72ZQ4?si=QyhavoDBfewMj9Go

#Warmth
Many flames set asunder,
Each lighting the bark.
Many flames get its owns thunder,
Cracking the infinite dark.

It reshapes what is,
It annihilates what’s his.
God brought the light,
Men sought its might.

Each words carry meaning,
Each word burns the same.
Smoke riles thy beseeching tongue,
Sparking their ignorant flames.

They get crazy,
The crazy man.
It can said it talks,
But they never listen,
Stifling humanity’s walk.

They burn knowledge,
The very light they ate.
God punished not action,
But the poison apple, devils bait.

For now, no innocence sets entropy,
For stupidly of ignorant fools flame society,
Killing humanity’s last flame.

And now, darkness breaches realm,
As embers churn in rage, rage,
Against the dying of the  light.
The last of humanity, the last blight.
Gods wrath, now late, seeks no sight.

I rest here,
Could hope reset my dead ember?
I know not of eternity.
But I know it can be.
I had inspirations of knowledge, and the ever fight against ignorance that put the very flame of power in our hands. I got inspiration to use part of Dylan Thomas’s poem, “Do not go gentle in that good night,” as the fight is ever present today, as it must so. “The Crazy Man” also fits here, too.
Debbie Apr 3
My screams, fiercely and recklessly,
****** themselves into the starless sky.
Howls of despair became an inviting try.
It is fearfully unknown who or what may answer
from the den of the lachrymose night.
It's a different world in the charged absence of light.

The ghosts of my cries reverberate in heaven's valley,
and long linger down hell's burnt alley's.

Long before I knew self love would heal my life.  
Annihilate my strife.
A dawning of hope now veins my soul with the missing light.
If you don't love yourself, you really can't love someone else.
Those who are born in night,
Fear the sun.
Those who are born in light,
Fear the sin.
Though, I fear them both,
For I was born amongst the twilight.
A mix of two opposites
witch Apr 2
fig
faint divine sun dances
between trees and branches
falling upon my fig tree
open my rib, set my heart free.

~and all our fingers,
all our veins,
each are branches of a mission.
and with life we wrinkle,
with age we sacrifice fertile freedom. enlightment keeps us alive
like the nurturing water.
but immortality?
fig is the fruit of realization, as golden wisdom rays bless you, forever.
immortality is
in the wisdom of mysteries.~

fig is a wise man
sitting on a vast, ancient land.
his eyes seem to find something,
in the secrets mist held.

~and you search
all fountains,
all cups,
yet you found it in a lake.
and never,
never so immortal you were,
so thirsty for truth.
fig blessed you,
like the early morning sun rays.
your heart was never so exposed, never so ******,
never so touched...~

under her fig tree.
i had a fig tree, on a big field where gods set my soul free.
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