Life. Burning right to the heart of being. Bright as the fire that sets soul on fire.. truthful as ringing silence. still.. as death itself.
The notions of each movement is contradiction of back and forth.. the motion of each involvement is dark and light.. Spin the disc, of time.
Pinpointed focus I aim tonight on shines of tinsel light.. I see now or tomorrow in all to bes and already done. Bless, is a curse of birth.
Birth, spell of no return.. promise of no illusions.. wonder of forgotten futures to be rediscovered, over sentiments of a unknown picture..
Lifted.. each layer a heart wave.. each soul dance.. each memory, becomes the fortress of tomb buries my moment before I take in a breathe..
In gripping swirl of cold black wind, hurled my heart inwards deeply back into core, reach my beginning. The burst of love reformed as life.
In trembling immense jolt.. this form is, real as it may felt.. or seem in mirror. This being is really the moving force as wildness of God.
Fragility as concept from death. Invincibility is truth of love.. Life is the sky we are thrown in to fly.. The deep Sea we are to command..
Toss truth into the fire. None of it mean anything once a moment has spoken. Merged shadows of moonlit path, on the way to reborn once more.
Run along forces of elements, run along life without looking back or around.. run along without doubting your very thought. you are on now !
A test of faith. in you, in me, in truth, in false, in life, in death. On& on. Where have you time to question, while you are the very fire?
To judge mine or your whole being is questionable is perhaps more painful than any torture questions unanswered. The games of authenticity.
Ask yourself who you are. Knowing it or not.. questioning a question or answering an answer.. it is living you right now. Blissfully yours !
~ Lyric dreamer ~ Monday, 26 December 2011 at 03:13
The notions of each movement is contradiction of back and forth.. the motion of each involvement is dark and light.. Spin the disc, of time.
Pinpointed focus I aim tonight on shines of tinsel light.. I see now or tomorrow in all to bes and already done. Bless, is a curse of birth.
Birth, spell of no return.. promise of no illusions.. wonder of forgotten futures to be rediscovered, over sentiments of a unknown picture..
Lifted.. each layer a heart wave.. each soul dance.. each memory, becomes the fortress of tomb buries my moment before I take in a breathe..
In gripping swirl of cold black wind, hurled my heart inwards deeply back into core, reach my beginning. The burst of love reformed as life.
In trembling immense jolt.. this form is, real as it may felt.. or seem in mirror. This being is really the moving force as wildness of God.
Fragility as concept from death. Invincibility is truth of love.. Life is the sky we are thrown in to fly.. The deep Sea we are to command..
Toss truth into the fire. None of it mean anything once a moment has spoken. Merged shadows of moonlit path, on the way to reborn once more.
Run along forces of elements, run along life without looking back or around.. run along without doubting your very thought. you are on now !
A test of faith. in you, in me, in truth, in false, in life, in death. On& on. Where have you time to question, while you are the very fire?
To judge mine or your whole being is questionable is perhaps more painful than any torture questions unanswered. The games of authenticity.
Ask yourself who you are. Knowing it or not.. questioning a question or answering an answer.. it is living you right now. Blissfully yours !
~ Lyric dreamer ~ Monday, 26 December 2011 at 03:13
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