The spiritual links bond us forever into the recesses once known to mind. Behind the dark moving pictures lives the essence that has brought you back to life. Can you find the growing heart searching among the universe’s dark? Can you feel the connecting spine that rises forever until we all are entwined?
The sudden existence of growing hearts has become the very call that we yearn to grow. A shallow tone droning into glorious beauty as the shackles holding our throat spills from our loving mouths. This is where our soul dwells. Beyond the facade of control. Intuit this shining light and ye shall enter the whole of life.
You sync we’re alone in this, but you sync wrong and missed, the door you always hoped for deeply inside. I sync you instead just simply did hide, but I made a path for all where the syncing is in step and the stepping won’t fall. A place that can guide you with the light. A place that was hidden. Inside you. In plain sight.
I imagined greater, bigger, yonder. I imagined a world filled with brimming life that never stopped nor would dare to ponder. I imagined the dreams of realms swimming into the heavens and through the depths where fire dwells. Not toward the world’s apart, but instead the realm which lives the glowing heart.
Spheres spinning into the night. A glory to behold. As the glowing rays begin to sprite so perfectly into light. I followed the trail of longing hopelessness and brought compassion back into it’s stare. You saw the light in your eyes glowing beyond you and still the reflection glowed you back brighter than you could have ever imagined to.
The various echoes speak from the lot. A plot of stop and stopping the caught. You the ones shining deep from within. Searching for answers with removing the sin. The casting of shadows hid doors behind thoughts. The thinking begged for you not to think at all and hoped you would think not. The furrow of technique with it’s burrowing scheme brings roots to grow and truth that sings. I for one have found the reflection of this hiding deep inside. A place no one dare look and a place everyone hides. Grace is flowing through the rivers of hope and wisdom is knowing which ocean it goes. Seek the water’s that heal the forgetting. They don’t like the never ending wetting and will bring memory back to you
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Speak not for thus has past. Waited so long and now I found it at last. The waiting’s gone while the moment never finished. A thought that came as a flash until it didn’t. You were the one waiting for others while I waited for you to find the reflection that covers. You were the one grasping at pictures while the heart glowed larger until all there was was fixtures. Existing as fluid no different than thought, while the ideas in your mind endlessly sought, your mystery that you sold while lies became so easily bought.
The doors now open while everyone waits, to walk toward their dreams or eternal fate. As these words reach your most inner space, feelings of rejection so bitterly taste the dreamed up meanings that our mind so did make. For without perception what else could we blame?
I believe EGO doesn't exist. Instead it acts as a fog or mist. Distracting your focus to leave little hope. Consistently asking that you just think…nope.
Can something so realistically intangible be borrowing our mind. Taking our feeling and making us blind? I do feel that the theory is real and if you were to find what you do really feel you’d see with an eye all right. An eye that see’s truly through the mirrors of smoke that hide your beautiful glowing light.
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