You will always stand out in my heart with the grace of remembrance embodied in a brilliant jerk of Spirit fire.
You are the love of the true Mother, real friend, soul confidante.
Long live your Solar-beauty, unforgettable kindness and striking genius that only the blessed will get to see.
I see you and live to tell the whirl who you are.
You are the Sol in every room and I will love you for all eternity.
And the withholding
No, don’t dare to deny it, any nudity, any sense of revelation Undressed in crowds, no, so I flee and say —
Candor that burns, a dream ignited, some awkward output, but as honest as life and yet the spaces, the gnossiene, I still live in
Crystalline, sacred tears break the reserve at my own table Yonder and traveling, the choice to close inside this shell ever-more
Gnossiene
In the Clear, Entered like an Apocalypse
“I wanted to remember in order to be able to return.”
~ Anaïs Nin
A love bound to uphold the mirrors, unspoken questions Opening in the unopened rich delicacies of perceive
Que más, mi vida se gira under the stand of no other as I emerge only to weave golden cords
And with my blood and Spirit and flame, return to Her upon death
Once more, emit that I originate from and live within Ether, no longer lying for some pseudo-TLC
Mist of Her ease, orgone energy- Lucifer in the sky
Questioning green whirl of psyche’s analysis brings us information through secretions and tears
From the blackness, She conducts treble hands- they spin my destiny
O’ my heart sees everything through the Winter
And then begins again like Spring
I am in the clear, entered like an apocalypse
“Thinking is difficult; that’s why most people judge.”
~ Carl Jung
I am the destruction of all opposing wills of the one, true, living Creator who makes good the claim that all that is pure and true and ‘de Ella’ which has been falsely presented as trite, insignificant and obsolete by the vilest minds, of which Jou know who I am referring to, deep inside, my kindreds.
In tears, I may be now and still I rise to eternally reject the sinister, the fallacy, the deplorable attitude of reverence towards the degenerate, all that insults the Soul, the Spirit, which is where the Living Libraries we call mOM reside.
For, the “into me see” that many are actively seeking, I declare that I am not readily offering, all of which is in alignment with the true Creator’s will, which is forever and always, the only path I will choose to take.
And even if for a moment, I am left vulnerable, sharing a peace (or less) of myself, there will always exist an gnossiene, which is the eternal, untouchable point of my being, of my very Soul.
Upon death, I choose to return to Her, the Source of my Being, my Beloved.
The Immaculate Perception 