Ineffable beauty of the Soul always is
Opening of my Heart reveals enough
Under the stand of no wheel after we exit-us
Ineffable
Perhaps we only leave
So we may once again arrive,
To get a bird’s eye view
Of what it means to be alive.
For there is beauty in returning,
Oh how wonderful, how strange,
To see that everything is different
But know it’s only you who’s changed.
The Eternal Remembrance
When did it occur that selfishness, superficiality, entitlement and violence began to rule the body of man? And how is it that some of us still remember when men were kind?
The path of the Hero, honorable and true
Feeling her again, he is slowly renewed in Grace; he will remember ancient vows and protect the grail
The Physical and the Metaphysical
Man and Woman.
Teardrop
Produced by Grantley “Daddy G” Marshall, Andrew “Mushroom” Vowles, Robert “3D” del Naja & Neil Davidge Album:Mezzanine
[Verse 1]
Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me, makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath
[Chorus]
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my breath
[Verse 2]
Night, night, after day
Black flowers blossoming
Feathers on my breath
Black flowers blossoming
Fearless on my breath
[Chorus]
Teardrop on the fire
Feathers on my…
[Verse 3]
Water is my eye
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
Teardrop on the fire
Of a confession
Feathers on my breath
Most faithful mirror
Feathers on my breath
The Light of Pain
The moments, they are full of Grace and every one feels love-like it or not
For, we are born of spirit and in spirit, we live on
And when the time comes to choose, ripe is the time to make a sacrifice
Embrace the pain that comes and goes; embrace its light
Clear the table and allow your tears to wash it down clean
I.C.
X
What perfection of the precious gem as it lies hidden and full of grace and beauty and knowledge
Every direction, it points and shows to the whirl that the point is to be clear at the feet of love who whispers, all that is truly precious remains hidden
And the veils of the X that marks the treasure sway in the currents of every intention and every lie
No one who misses the swaying hands will ever enter; no one who seeks to force entry
Listen beyond words, take heart and choose a medicine
Pointing to the Exit of Hell
There is a negative charge for the eyeing of my scars, to ride on the wave of my scrolls, there is a toll for the treating of the wound and there is magic
There is a negative charge for every rejection of the green ray of Holey Lucy, that shoots in and out of the sky like a malacophonous force of love, granting wishes to kindreds, the black ones, tear-stained and full of quitessence
There is a negative charge for all violations against innocence; there is a needle pointing to the exit of hell and a quick kick to the coins they offer in exchange for a theory that ranks of the rotting flesh of martyrs
Puritas
The mind unencumbered by each and every false master that do more than knock, they peer and bleat and wreck havoc outside Puritas
At the claim of my true will, I take fire to fire and snuff out the minions of mire; at the claim of my true will, I take to air and clean the air from the adversaries of Her Creation-effortlessly reading all like a book
There are no hooks of crooks
They dangle at my side like unwanted jewelry, quick to toss off into golden volumes of gnosis, streams of victorious light- unfathomable to anti-matter
Unfathomable to criminals-Für die Feinde Luzifers unergründlich
And the Beauty endures.
The love we share
I have so much love and respect for my Mom
I love you, Mom!!!
The Immaculate Perception 