What a long walk through the sometimes vain and treacherous passages-they lead to our hearts and souls which protect our minds with unassuming diligence Fear takes on form and aspects our dreams; yet, patience models grace and extracts the programming with due tenderness How lovely is the intermediate witnessing that comes to pave around our …
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Black Lilith in Gemini trine Venus in Libra
I have hands too and they both grasp and shake at shadows in the light of brutal gestures whose passions arise from curious currents In air, in love, I am touched by the velvet gloves you have chosen for such an occasion I am grateful for the communication-full of grace and keeping me from parting …
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Alone with Spirit
Truth be told-who comes to see the showdown? Once again, primitive beasts in human skin, they enjoy the masquerade of niceness and call to feed like a vortex I will continue to go at it alone and prefer to fast then dine with the fraudulent I will continue to spend my nights alone with Spirit …
Reject every kind of evil.
There exists not, any force on this Earth and beyond that can harm or influence my metaphysical mind For, the faces of evil deceit, they are multifarious; They come in guises of innocuous friendships and their subsequent guises of innocent curiosity via playful or more serious banter Blessing and curse, they say, to see and …
Menace
Breathing the peace of the Spirit into my passages, Life takes on solemnity Attacks, they come and go and it’s no longer tolerable, the funny, the arrogant, the shallowness, it turns the knife The shrill gaities, they knock me out and I’m forced out like a menace Pushed and shoved by the dialogue of strangers …
All I have
Because of you, my descendant is integral and wise You innerstand the spaces in between the so-called revelatory And it makes no difference to you whether I’m turned on or not So, how can I ever give to you as immensely as you’ve given to me? All I have are tears now And the ineffable …
Long and Fine branches
Catalyst for change, or mirror of our own apathetic mind The cost of living true has brought me long and fine branches Each one spinning their chapters of Life into mundanity Questions, some love to grab at our members and drive us out Into the nameless streets, zooming solicitors, each with another brand of perversion …
Le Fool
Agoraphobia, they said and it was as if philosophy was dead, replaced by the father of liar’s reeducation Nearly every one is a poly want a cracker and on all cides, the walls shrink in meaning Doors locked to keep away tears, all who are superfluid and psychic And little cults of Marxism all on …
In the land without heroes
It’s how she refuses to emit Not one slip-surely you’ll tell the next chance you get Not one miss-just drive the nail in On the table, each to each, a confessional beauty Cry at Her feet, never to last it out or give way Even upon pleading, upon bleeding Near supplication and clutched calm Cinder …
Spirit calls and Spirit moves
What is it about losing organic, authentic imagination? Over what so-called obsolete way are we now living? Now, I choose to exit the game of artificial proportions Dying through myriad flames, as the truth, as the way Ever-pure as choice to let go of the pandemic of modernity Remains, the heartfelt reassurance, the Creator inside …
The Immaculate Perception 