Twisted signs in the centuries have been foretold,
Like icicles freezing as they stand frozen cold,
Seals break, Seventh pouring Of the Bowl,
Listen to the story that below
Above I feel like it is diminishing, that times have come
And passed, moving from the beginning to last.
Save the land? Why? Millions flee just for release…
In paradise? Who needs to be crowned, just
Ask a snake and you may increase, in the
Endless wastelands, hot temperatures libido,
Back and Forth, like the seeded veil, although,
Many things have seen the signs, comprendo?
Blood red rivers, Asteroid rain, Trumpets sang…
Yet even the force Yellow amassed is insane…
There are soul’s condemned, soul’s that are free
To sing from the Tree, but do I speak like another One?
Gifted yes, but no Christ, beloved, just a disguise,
That finds it way into the Khan, realize that
The Heaven, the Love, the Holy Land; – spat
On that, for why can’t Jerusalem come down?
O well, that is another slaughtering around…
All in All, the best religion is no-religion…
As things from geographic location design the prison
And light allows the soul to refract from prisms,
That all Rainbows will be seen as covenantal given
Here we go, to the rabbit show below……………..
Sad voices, calling from the depths of the sea,
How can we be gone? Lost the eternal misery?
Is no the pressure of life enough? Or did we dream it?
Like a fresh fountain giving water, never stopping,
But remaining, sustaining, giving life to Galilee
Look into yourself, who truly is the Good Samaritan?
Ah, but in this deep place! This crevice inside myself?
Why has it been locked, why has it been caged…
I see, the misery, of death, eternally, flying free
Scythe chain will of death running currently
Ask darkness always descends on those conditionally,
Let us sing the song now expressfully
To be? Tis a noble act
Perchance, a flicker?
Light’s in deep me
Were roots are gone
No more, no here
Of a eternal yellow light
A simple voice
No choice ….
Take my hand, surrender to the design, lead away your lies
For in this I give you my hand, to take you away, to another land
To fly in the realms of Ravens and Owls and Wolves
Do we translocate into another expressive mode!
When you come to me, I can give you Siddhi
I can completely see, Master the ways in Me
So you can feel the energy of what is
This is not some elementary riddle
For God gifts each to his own middle!