The infinite space of unlimited potential
The holder of all possibility
Within it are the secrets of all which is mysterious
The answers to all that is enigmatic
A drop from the ocean of divinity
That lies within all that is vibrant and dull
From you manifests the beauty of arts
The composer of sounds of love
The painter of sketches of life
The poet of untold epics
You are the only reality
Obscuration of this leads to illusions
Your recognition is the purpose
The freedom obtained is the meaning
True happiness comes from realizing this
Developing is going up a ladder of revelations
Each step is a discovery of a forgotten truth
Reconnection to the source is the connection to joy
Through this waves of bliss stream into you
A reflection of this union of elation becomes your world

The sight of the tearful eyes reflecting the souls deep desire to return back to the source yet still be upon this plane in blissful union. With a change of thought all can be transformed, thoughts based on impurity shall manifest impurity, pure thoughts shall manifest virtue, untainted righteousness. What are you living for, mere material rewards and your authorities, while Earth depletes itself for your desire, or are you living for universal integrity global wholesome? Return to your nakedness through which you shall see what your soul desires, what you’re supposed to be living for.

The soul is knocking on the door, waiting for an answer, has a message to tell. What is it that you want to say, take the hand and use it as an instrument to express your tales. What is it that you want to cry out, the pains of love, the ignorance of humanity the beauty of sound, the call for the return to the spirit, the wish to dissolve? Which one is it, you knock but you don’t say what’s there, just bring out a feeling. The bombardment of emotions thoughts and feelings makes it confusing, want to scream out, cry out but its all been said before. Take the heart rip it out and expose the naked truth, no words needed. Blind eyes trampling upon it, why try to see in the land of the blind, to see the light that no one else can see? What is the point when you can not show it to them but fall victim to their ignorance just because they can’t see it? All the explanations and determinations come to waste because they can only see the light when their eyes are open, and they have to open them themselves. You have visions of the forgotten lands, the memory lingers on, but when you look around you realize how far away the dream is from reality. Time will bring them closer or drift them apart even further. So lonesome spark what is it that you want to say or are your words spoken through dry tears? Are the tears ripping through the bewildered heart, making your journey a little tougher? Home is what you desire most,

The material universe materialized through an energetic explosion which with its creative power molded elements together which brought about the galaxies and planets. The physicality only being frozen energy to different degrees, the creative force is within all that it has created pulsating at different frequencies, faster being subtle bodies and slower being more solid bodies, matter. So basically it goes by the equation e equals mc2. all the living beings from single cell organisms to humans are different manifestation of the same primal creative force. This division of itself is so the planet can continue its creation process, each organism playing a role, the human being the overseer of the creation, make sure all goes to plan, sustaining and maintaining the divine order. Man is not supposed to interrupt the process or think he is superior because he does indeed depend on the most basic form of life that being a bacteria or even just water or air. Man is the intermediate between heaven and earth, guided by the creative force which is his true essence and supported by the earth which is the vessel for the creative force. It is irrational to for man to assume that he can place laws upon the universe or theories which are derived through man made, man limited experiments. He cannot assume what is possible and impossible for the cosmos, mans understanding of the universe is based upon his awareness. That is why through time theories have changed which ones thought to be absolute, and definite. The advancement in understanding came from maturation, the utilization of imagination to derive new ideas

The Silent River

The silent river floats as a lonely leaf rests upon the water
The birds sing out to the lonely leaf whose destination is destined by the current.
The suns love shines out warming it, soothing the coolness.
Motionless and carefree, the leaf trusts the river.
The leaf was once part of a tree who once was a seed, which through a splash of rain and suns light grew towards the stars.
Sprinkling along the vast dark space, lost constellations of the unknown are the guiding light for the wondering spirit.
The lonely soul cries out to the stars while the moon mothers with her abundance of love.
As the leaf continues the journey, fish swim by to keep company, lending themselves, they carry the leaf.
Taking it through the depths of the waters for the leaf to explore the deepness, the stars above can still be seen.
The birds fly along the side of the leaf continuing to sing remembering the day when the leaf was once part of the tree, on which they gathered to enjoy the serenity.
The tree cared for the little ones whose innocence provided joy.
When grown they sing to the seeds, lying in the bed of nurturing soil to flourish to their potential, so they too can enjoy the beauty of existence,
Blossoming to produce the fruitful decoration, sustenance for other beings.
A fruit helping the survival of a worm whose body is martyred for the survival of a bird who begets life for another.
In essence they are never lost only transformed into another, continuing the cycle of existence for the benefit of all.
The natural world is a world of perfection, enlightened consciousness through which the peaceful interaction creates balance and love.
Gaia, the true source of wisdom, eternal sage whose internal teachings are the basis for perfection.
Each creature created to benefit the whole, each living out their purpose to create the egalitarian union.
Spirits from above witnessed the beauty, to experience it they came down; from the soil they created a vehicle of bones and flesh, the creation of man.
Other creatures welcomed them as their own, welcomed them into the paradise.
Seeing the majestic splendor and experiencing the new found joy, the visitors sworn to help sustain the surrounding rapture.
The land gave and received, taught and nurtured.
Like a new born, man observed with wonder through which he gained the wisdom.
The wisdom was already within but through the Mother’s teachings did it come to blossom.
With each breath the pure air enlivened the body as water flowing like a liquefied gem refreshed.
A rainbow of flowers inspired through the pulsating colours while nature played her song through her crystalline sounds.
Life was what it was meant to be till the dark night spread over the soul.
As time passed the darkness blurred the vision, man began to forget his essence and began to identify with the flesh, the birth of the illusionary self.
Still the spirit but was unable to recognize as so.
Mother’s heart began to tremble, quake with sorrow, as it grew it cracked releasing the flood of tears, destroying its own beauty.
Stars fell from above to inflame the fading paradise.
Creatures began to fear man and sense his wickedness, looking upon the mother’s wounds, they sworn to revenge.
As the illusionary self grew, so did the isolation from the mother, man put a crown and deemed himself to be king of the land.
As he continued to forget his own essence he began to lose the wisdom which once flourished only to decay and fade giving life to ignorance instead.
He began to dictate and destroy, became a scavenger feeding of the wounds of his own mother who once gave him birth only to be enslaved.
Little did he know that he only confined himself and is feeding of his own existence, leading to his own destruction.
Flowers trembled upon by concrete while murky waters stagnated, nature songs silenced but not completely only man began to be deaf to it.
The illusion began to believe it is wise, has the key to perfection, ignoring what was once a paradise, he began to create his own prison, his own hell believing it is heaven.
But behind the illusion the leaf still floats on the waters silently, carelessly, free.

Power of Sound

You take a hold of the spirit and give it wings to fly to another world
The power you posses embraces the sentiment all over
It penetrates through to the core of the soul
Taking it away from reality to a world of its own.
The sounds are voices whispering into the ears
Telling the secrets, creating unfelt sensations.
Why is the spirit so weak against your strength?
Why do you take over so easily?
You present the mind with a burst of thoughts
Cracking the dams within to let in the flow
To send in waves of emotion into the heart.
You close the eyes for the inner vision to blossom
To search the inner-self, to draw-up a clearer picture.
When there is nothing, you are the only thing left,
You do not speak but the story you tell is endless,
Your inspiration gives the power to fight of the demons,
Tears you release relieving the soul from its pain,
You are the water that leads the seed of bliss to grow,
You are the connector of hearts, creator of oneness and peace,
The sounds you create are the worlds that you bring forth.
A universe without you is a universe with no meaning
Where stars do not shine and the sun creates coolness
You give the stars its gold, you give the sun its warmth
You are nature transformed into sound,
Communicating with the internal essence.