Soul, are you a hue of no color
or you're like a drop of water
held together by surface tension
Are you infused in all flesh

Soul, when I cut my skin
I'm blind to you
Are you veiled from us like Angels
Does the body take on your shape
or you take on the shape of the body

Soul, are you energy
that you can't be lost

Are you made of photons or atoms
Are you connected to God
Radiate from flesh to the cosmos
Do you rest, when I sleep
or you wander the universe

Can you wear flesh
Like we wear clothes
Do you feel without the body
Are you immortal by nature
or by God's grace

When an entity, do you feed
or you're like sun of infinite vitality
or a universe within us
Milky way galaxies in our hearts
Are you reason and doubt

To observe the sun’s lightening
Sinking into steel night with laughter,
Browned by age, still clinging to
A treasure of ago.
To feel the dart of time and yet
Refuse regret.
To fold into a cotton peace
Whatever is easy to forget
Yet guard what still exists,
What the heart holds too precious
To escape…  A question?
The comfort of reply may come
In sleep, if in darkness we can find
Our way without craving the return
Of day.

"When music fades, worlds live not long."

O'Bryan, Zacharias . Seven Poems and Songs from Spirit Thorn VeraVoz LLC. Kindle Edition.

Music suspended...
ether vibrates
melancholy lilting echo
notes strung together as beads on necklace

Beads..
    fall
      slowly
         from
   sky to earth
Notes into raindrops
songs into dew
   fall on the grass and rose petals
  
   Look closely
   look again
   yes, again
    
     in that single fluid crystal drop
     hidden mysteries and revelation
    
   éclaircie - rendu plus clair
   (clarified made clearer)
     light through the prism
    
     golden ray passing through the single crystal drop bursting into color
     luminous fragments embedded as one filtered to reveal diversity
    
        So we as humans are
   one light
a thousand ray emanations particles
                            
    INFINITE LIGHT
born of the            drifting,
falling to earth...

Ever changing yet part of the One
      that is ALWAYS
         the same

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We're afraid''.

''Come to the edge''.
''We can't. We will fall''.

''Come to the edge''.
And they came.
And he pushed them.
And they flew.

Alone again,
Like how it was before I was found,
Before I could hear a sound.

My head has turned bleak.
Slowly approaching my peak,
I find it hard to find the words to speak.

And the shadows seep into my cracks
by your command
doubt and drought invade this fertile land
as my world regresses in a state of chaos
and loss
and confusion
with the fusion of hope and contempt
to my ignorance and to your method.

You held me in your palm
and hear my imperfect soul cry from across realms
that shield me from the truth.
I become sad...
Am I mad for wanting better for myself,
better than myself?
Make me better for you.

Something devilish
Antlers In The Churchyard,
your home is a forest of mirrors
voices clinging to shapes in the darkness
Swallow down the warmth
As it drips from your mouth you will mourn
Cry for your mother,
Who will touch you now?
No skin on your fingers
No leaves on your branches
The burn of rain in your bloodstream
The scream of wind in your endless thoughts
You are a God in a place you don't belong
something old among the concrete
long since buried
They locked you up
But you will be fed

I am only an ocean, a great rage and the ever-sinking sea
Lamenting every marred sailor forged in the waters of Galilee

No more shall sailors mourn a forgotten plea:
A ransom for hell, where devils run free

Forgive and forget
But never forget my eyes
The rage you lament
Remains lost to solemn lies

You are only now, only here, and solemnly mine,
For what is brimstone but ash beneath the dying brine?

You are my sword, my heart and my final lament and plea
Forget not my mind lost to hell’s every subtlety

There is only rage that awaits among this sea
Forever pining for a ransomed eternity.