Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Hidden Away

Dearest,

Hidden away, another icon in the vision of the infinite mind, lies a mystery.

A darkness that pervades, a time that sits frozen on a shelf waiting to be given motion by your light.

Like the Sun your infinite light now falls upon the Earth, scattered in a million ways,

Yet passing through all things in an straight line, untouched, unhindered. 

It is a feeling you carry, focused on this rhythm you expand it through time and carry it onward as it recalls your sleeping mind down, down to a peaceful rest. 

This frequency initiates a slumber or spell upon you that cannot be broken by the will of your being. 

The force that keeps you here is beyond comprehension and sustained by the unending buzz of life that never ceases to exude itself.


Time is a function of the buzz or whistle of the cosmos,

This sounds keeps days in line, and drives onward the expansion. 

To kill a moment is to recreate eternity. To experience the fleeting nature of life is to be trapped in a pit of immortality.

To reach out and touch the face of love, and hold it in your hand is to know the constant bloodletting of despair.

You bid the heart quit beating, to stave the flow of life out of you,

But it keeps on as if that's what it must do. 

You swallow the ache of fear and it grows comfortable in its place,

It becomes another thing of mind and sinks to the bottom of your perception. 

This tunnel of light is the void you seek to fill,

It is the one who seeks fulfillment. 

The one without knowing who has never known detachment

The body that needs the light, just as the Earth, the Sun. 

Turn to face this sojourner, take in its wisdom. It must take place before the fall of the sands, when your love will pass away. 

This literature writes along with the melody your heart strings play,

A pair unlike any other bouquet held in tow by a gleaming bride. 

Forward, the rhythm of times takes us, but do we ever leave our place?

Stillness pervades when the eye is open, focused solely on the object of its affection,

Steadiness brought on by some outside force.

Watch the dream. 

Awaken the sleeping self and partake, 


You must either way.