Skies rise in lyrical light, ribbons arising from fractile sun colors. Every rotation brings a rise, a set and usually one or both are missed. Too busy to enjoy the massive star that is crucial to all life. Too busy.

Too busy doing what? Futile goals and expectations to prove our worth? In dollars? Birth, then breath has already proven worth upon this Earth...no other being determines what each individual deserves. 

Indeed.

Very noisy brunchy café. Earbuds in now, geez! If you please, meh.

A little depressy b/c the washer is broke, the roof leaks

Need to stop thinking down here on the ground and stay in the trees

Son and I are really feeling like grown-ups

I'm used to it, he is not

He is so responsible and taking it to heart

Hopefully, he figures out before he is 55 years out

This the age recognition arrived

Never should all of those others been taken care of

They needed to "be" taking care of themselves

This whole time, over half a life

Now life starts, maybe for him and me

Let go of attending to others

Taking care of ourselves

Noticing that social media has a lot of women that are alone and giving off  happy vibes about this. This is the soul of this soul. Free. Not financially, not free of payments due, but making the payments alone. Using the talents and gifts given to make a way in the world. Creating in moments that creativity and inspiration hits. More importantly, not doing anything if not doing anything is what is needed. Resting and feeling rested afterwards. Not exhausted and still exhausted after rest.

The release of all the factors causing stress. Walking away, or maybe running while establishing the fact that there is all capabilities in this soul. We are making it happen, we are right here, right now, free as free is possible. Feeling the feels, motioning to the emotions, discovering new things that no one else was ever interested in discovering. It has settled the soul into a new rhythm that feels like the right one, finally.

Learning in the rawness

Drifting purposefully

Making a way in the chaos

Expectations, none

Obligations, chosen

Regrets, done

In a very noisey sports bar...not in anyway conducive to writing or having a download. But, here we are. Looking for a place close to Benny and Lib's place, as we are planning to go to an artfair. Hmm, she is maybe pooping out on me? And you know what? Gonna go by myself, if so. Yeah, the new being, doing stuff all by my lonesome.

But alas, they kids are coming around...so it's a go! 

Coolio! 

So it begins the rhyme of all time. 🥲😂 

Art fair not on the lonely. 

Not for this being only.

Sometimes, how corny can Spirit be?

Very corny at you can see

Dr. Suess coming out strong

Come, come, come along

Dear of all dears to my heart

The song of my heart belongs

Belongs to you, my dear

How have we been apart for so long

Miss you, miss you

Long to kiss you

Feel you here with me

Everyday, in every way

Baby boy, this is us

Has been us since the very first moment

No doubts now...

Be in this moment

Many ideas swirling around

Can guides help narrow it down?

Rhyme

Go with poetry as the notion

Infinity waits on all

No human time table allows slow motion

Time taken or given, never wasted

Allow for inspiration

Live this life like a gourmet meal, tasted

Enjoy life, do all that comes to mind

There is no limit

No restrictions, just in it

Love this and anything that goes with it

We are in it

In actuality, it is within us

More precisely it is us

Little poetry book...yourself publishing

Deep dark bone poetry

Light among the dark contrast

A mix of both is the preference

No parameter, no barriers

Send the reader to the unknown places that stir the soul

Broken fragments of bone

Stringy remains of a heart crushed and shredded

Awesome insights of anatomy, physiology unexplainable

Body internal components sticky

Held together with membrane films and fluids

A matter of wonder in intricate design

Precise engineering of life to come 

As oxygen fills the lungs

Breath the first life moment, unconscious action

Dark womb of comfort for growing

First light of life in the unknowing

Given to a sudden gasp, inspiration 

Breath of life enters

On your own, systems-wise at this moment

Inspired by the soul

First seconds of life

Remembering wiped

New drive installed

Oxygen begins, the heart responds

Bodily systems once in care of mother

Become your own, justifiable as another

Another being procreated, gestated, born

Oxygen fuels, electrical sinus rhythm

Beat of fingerprint-like distinction

Yours to take, animation, image

Self-contained mode of transportation

Technically runs on hydrogen, oxygen in one bond or another

Perfect design if given fuel boost of nutrition

Care and maintenance lends to efficiency

Blood, bone, membrane, muscle, organs in symbiotic systems

Tell us again, how this came to be?

An accidental grouping of ameoba?

A system program coded by genius?

The latter hits the soul in a different manner

Breath, continued electrical producing beat

Circulatory  system complete for function

Prepared to create, procreate, co-create in marked growth rate

Inspired by first inspiration life at intial breath

Soul inspiration, consciousness installation

Tiny bag of bone, blood, organs and membranes

Total "off the cuff" auto-writing happening here. Previously calling these moments downloads, which they are, but to date this only occurrs when writing. In moments before, always a handwritten aspect led to the discovery. In one post somewhere back there an investigation into typed words. It works, also. Spoken words still not in the discovery process as the throat chakra is sketchy, voice and vocal cords damaged, physically diagnosed, but suspicious that it is more of a psychological issue, or possibly both.

Becoming extremely itchy as the writing continues, another aspect of the process apparently. Along with runny, itchy noses, internal body heat occurrences, and other symptomatic issues, that are unknown to this soul in this moment. Not much poetry happening here however, not much obliging the rules is happening either for this collection of elemental matter these days. Truly, do not care anymore. This state of being is so beautiful and becoming less stressful.

Years of stress have settled in the muscles, tissues, organs, (current UTI at the moment, joint pain, muscle pains that had subsided for a long time) mind, memory of all these including the bones holding all of the ancestral code. Presence of these soul beings. By soul beings, meaning the other form of a soul being. We are soul beings in an elemental body, there are soul beings in another place, space, location, visual field. They tripped the field of invisibility by dropping matter of the body.  The current population of matter beings on the continued path scope of actualization, transmutation, transfiguration, ascension. That not in any particular order except for ascension being the final stage.

All the prophets, not referencing religion, race or other worldly deceptive constructs. It is multigenerational, encompassing all beingness. There is no time association with this as being is all it is, not a timeline. Recognizing historical reference is just a remembrance. We are a remembrance of ourselves as a portion of a light being, without body. Now we exist in a body, still of the same fractile of light being. Here along side the Creator of creation, living, experiencing, moving in a container of sensory perception, integrated. Creator in attendance within/without as this image in body travels through an atmosphere of oxygen giving life. Is the breath oxygen, as in, the Spirit of consciousness actually made of oxygen? Doubtful. However completely capable of forming into an elemental gas, breathed into the lungs of the created form, supplying the life force. Ok, more likely. Originally? Does it really matter?

Knowledge is not the goal. Knowing is the goal, that we are conscious, we are of breath and without it, we are not. Now this is not in anyway an example of any type of poetry. Still posting on this page as this has solidified the current mode of writing. The poetry aspect the concentration of work. Cannot legitimately call any form of this "work". It is enjoyable.  It is from the transmissions from wherever the transmissions come from, the woo woo reigns. If you are here for it, you are here for it. Thank you, for being here for it, grateful to you. 

Growing is the love of the communion with Spirit. Once in thoughts defined as two-way. Much more mathematically complex, however. This is putting it mildly as it is miraculous, powerful, multi-layered, so irresistible.

There is no definition here as it is omnifaceted. The most beautiful, clear, cut quality of natural creations. Creations indicating a Creator. 

Elemental progressions of natural formations producing jewels of perfection. Non-oberved, controlled, cultured. Just spontaneous creation from creation itself. How can wonder not be the result of this occurrence. It is wonder of wonders...

"Will wonders never cease."

No they will never cease, never. Infinite are they. No hesitations, only wonder.

Let us consider no words of explanation. Does any other deserve or can be entitled for you to explain any or all things?

The "Right to Remain Silent". Yes, do this.

Begin your experiments, you have your own way.

Let it come, there is no "up, down, in", there is only existence. Let the already existing power to do all the spiritual things be allowed, accepted, received.

There is no learning those that know, already know. You have known since age four. The lights...your lights, swirling above you in the dark.

Cellular codes always within you, prompts to the fields tripped as you move along with Spirit. No searching or finding, only being the being chosen for this soul at this time and now you slip right into the stream.

And, if you ask for Spirit they come and the words flow as you type, not really knowing what is coming. What is coming is not important in the least. It is your message, but not really. Just words that never accurately describe what is felt as the words come. This is the activity of us, Spirit and I, living at this moment. Writing as the Spirit is come and gives the words. Would be here doing this in all moments, if possible. This is the possibility, this is the goal, living it in this moment and when not actively participating, thinking in the moment, then imagining it happening in every adjacent moment.

Each moment, not time spent, but moments that move us to the space, the energy of that frequency felt. Spirit is present and there is nothing to block, control, or interfere with that energy. In the beginning of "chasing" this energy, it was so difficult to maintain as to the conditioning of previous beings that unconsciously, hopefully, were attached to our being. The being in a perfect state of creation, imagination, movement all of an instinctual concept at birth.  Regularly, given the "teachings" of the society, work, don't complain, be the best employee to the worst boss. All of this will get you ahead in life. This is not wrong. Also, it is not truth.

As we know, as the billionaire few have exposed themselves. Exposed, as now we know, the mass amounts of money in the system that is being collected on the basis of greed. Ignoring need, basic needs to survive...the planet amply supplied with all that is needed originally, inherently. They are gatekeeping all the resources...but they have outed themselves...we are aware of the lopsided logic, selective permissions, omissions of law, rule of law as a benefit of those with the money to pay the money, to keep the money. Hmm? Would rather think on creative issues, not greedy old men. But here it is in our faces.

Ok, there it is and there is no justification, argument or reasoning for any of the above to continue. The gate that is being kept must be opened, because we can see through the gate now. There is nothing behind the gate that is being kept secret. You few are the deplorables and we all know it. We are all a witness to the injustice. You cannot stand as you are severely outnumbered. Well, this does not seem like a poem, but it comes through the heart just the same in the energy.

Love being the only factor,

that rises above the chaos

Calms the beast, never fails,

the rest of the list of comforting, 

peaceful, secure words 

Rest in love, in the safety

to let down your guard, be held

The place that gives shelter

from the world, Spirit. 

One of Three, the Gift

Gifted, there for the accepting 

and receiving

Allowing Spirit to envelop the soul,

contrary to what the world displays

Peace of mind

Thoughts of creative inspiration

The turning from the world,

not from animosity

but toward love

Not with ill intent,

but resting in the offering of the gift

Allowing the gift to support, provide, love

"The Love"

The original, organic, found from peace

Continued in peace

Flowing in on the zepher wind

Did not see it coming,

but here it is

A gift landing gently at your feet

Recognizing its identity, the failure, 

mistake most often humanly displayed

As most, if not all, offered by the world,

has a catch

Discerning the gift from a trap

"Trap" always first up, suspicion

The mind's first defense

Revelations persist if open to spiritual prompts

Eyes open cannot determine

Heart open provides the confirming

Always choosing the heart

Always choosing the love

Gentle comes the dove

take gentle care

Softness required

Do not be deceived

The wise serpent is present

to protect

Tread lightly

The love of the wise

Never a threat

A flush of heat come to the senses of the skin 

Confirming truth of these words written

Sensory indicators detecting the west wind

Warm in the alerting

The gifting begins

Always alert now, 

to the ways of Spirit

Do not overlook

A gift freely given

Is love there?

If there is love,

then it is of Spirit

Eyes of the soul

Soul seen in the eyes

Soul held by Spirit

Seeing through those eyes

The witness

Spirit within you locating love

The Gift

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