ENCHANTED WORD

I've never needed your recognition, but because I am glorious, you've always been blinded by me..my glory, shinient and traveling in the wind.

And you, refusing to kneel, are left wandering dumb and blind in my light, having not the ability to shine or by any means to create shadow..

Love transforms all that is evil, corrupt, and ill.

Every disease of flesh and mind, Love is called to heal.

God is Love.

God is Good.

Love is Good.

Good is Love.

Love is Power.

God is Power.

Evil can be driven out.

And energy never dies.

Evil can be destroyed.

Evil is death and lies.

Death is restored to Life.

Death becomes no more.

And then it never was,

Not even in myth, fable, and lore.

Lies are restored to Truth.

And then, what will there be?

Life and truth and everything good

in all that can be perceived.

The former things have passed away.

Passing away has passed away.

Eternity remains

The Everlasting State.

This is why we must trust

and follow the heart.

They say that it is treacherous.

It truthfully is not.

For, God has put Eternity there

and the life-giving Blood we share

along with the Breath of Life.

Follow your heart.

For, that is where your path is laid.

Life is but a journey made,

Dear One.

Seek thee out YourSelf

and be led to the pure

and original state of

Goodness,

Godliness,

Loveliness..

I'm actually really good at it,

and I serve it up well,

but I choose not to dedicate the time..

..to dissect your ignorance

and show you to yourself

in bite-sized, chewable pieces for your mind.

Oh how a man can look at you..

and tell you who you are

and be completely wrong

and see nothing at all..

Everything made

beautiful in its time

is simply made beautiful

when the sun

is made of God.

If the flower

grows itself again,

tell me,

did it ever really

die and decay?

Cycles are

cyclical things

like the snake

that swallows its tail.

They remind us

of infinity

just beyond

the mortal veil.

Everlasting fruit

and Evergreens..

Everlasting bloom

and Ever-peace..

Eat not

of the mushroom tree

Or eat it

and grow wise

in the knowledge

of good and evil

Let the Gods,

like men,

die.

With regard to my energy:

I'd liken it to the cool and warming air in

the mornings of early summer, to the

nourishing mists over dew-covered grassy meadows, and to

the rising sun on the horizon where joy comes.

There are mountains there, too...titans of

old, who, rest in the eternal cool and dark

of earthen stone. Magnificent and

overtaken they are by the lasting peace

and green that is called nature and life

and home. Yes, the beauty of their end is

transformation, then into something new

and useful and good.

I sit here

dwelling in my mind

for, I cannot find

any place outside

that I want to go.

At times,

it's a hazy place

without quiet,

and I tend to run

from the noise.

Yet, inherently, I know

that there is no

such thing as running,

for running stirs a storm.

Only with beautiful noise

can I sedate the storm

to create a Calm

of my inner turmoil.

A Calm storm

slumbers in stillness

suspended

in the warmth

and amniotic safety

of my blue headspace.

There, I remain clear

to recover the noise

uncover the noise

discover the noise

as Words

for understanding

and for letting go..