~ Welcome ~

Words ~
The immortality of silent thoughts ~
Can they capture the essence of truth...
Or mere attempts of engraving life ~

Here I come as the dreamer
wakes to a world of unknown shore
like the sand
in between fingers of drifting sea
I wait for the call to bring those words

Monday, December 26, 2011

: ~ Creation of Now ~ :

Thoughts.. more than poetry of each moment .. they are the truths we soar.. each an adequate creation.. streams our blood to it's own life..

The invisible particles of mind floating in the air.. into our lungs.. cling to hearts.. Living atoms of all existing truths are inviting...

Taking us higher or keeping us lower to realms of unseen realities that can only felt and behold by a feeling heart.. A beating love of God.

Magnificent forces of God's creation are never to be entrapped by realms that illustrates invisible chains.. caging one's truth and beauty..

We are free. To break from persuasive chains that keep our faith to any lifeless, hopeless reality. We are, the living truth of this moment.

Listen to beats of your heart.. feed the mind breathless memories and all dreams of love. Taste the sweetness of life on your tongue.. hope.

As God's children, as living miracles on earth.. we're never illusions of yesterday, always overflowing truth of love streaming a presence.

Core of this universal moment is kept by your mind heart and soul.. a code of all movements define our tomorrow is tattooed onto your heart.

It is impossible to be missed when you engage your heart to the present, when you engage your mind to very presence of God's creation ~ you!

You are the very word God spoke. The very breathe God blow onto earth. The very beloved child of his tender heart.. You are the word of God.

Fine webs of divisions doubts spins deception our hearts know how to reveal. No one is made to live any less, than truth of God's very word.

Now, how can a heart of God hold anything but love.. how can a force of God be anything but love.. how a meeting of God be anyhow but love..

No perfect being of life can be reduced to ash and dust of yesterday's illusions. Nothing but love can come between us, in creations of Now.

                                     ~ Lyric dreamer ~  Monday, 26 December 2011 at 12:25

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