When the future came upon me that afternoon As a light from the darkest corner of the room, I knew suddenly what was happening – Already my mind was alight with reason, filled With the answers of my Being. I looked & beheld the greatest Vision known to Man – That of Heaven on Earth. Of the Veil being pulled aside And great staircases of intellect filled me And the Love of God filled my spirit in such a way That I immediately laughed to Know this sudden thing. A voice said, “Go.” And I went. Washing every part of My Self. Bathing in the purity of the Lightness of Being. I asked myself that day, as the water poured upon me, “What is it that I’m doing?” Thousands, thousands of Times I’d bathed, never thinking more of it than what It was. Today, however, it was more. A preparation. The light spilled outward, still full-on brightness, warm & suffocating as a cool Spring wind, pollinated With Everything. Giving you Everything. Breathing in Everything. Three days I stood in that gracious light, Excited at the Beauty of it all. Speaking volumes, Living half-excited, half-mad, fully-Realized; And I’m still there to this day. Even more evolved. More resilient – intelligent – further entering the Mystery of Bliss. Why did it nearly take my life To get here? Why do countless suffer at their own hand, Twisting old & rusted knives deeper into their spirits? I’ve realized that you can’t be shaken, Nor can you shake someone Awake. You can only Love & Hope That the Love will be enough.
Relentless. Completely Relentless. What’s become of the still moments? I still thrive, the world builds itself into this stressful stage, Everyone clamoring for Meaning, Subjugation, Finger-pointing, Escape… What then of Hope? Where did our sense of Mystery & Belief dissolve? We count our life in minutes, Missing all the moments, Missing all the answers to the questions we burn ourselves out striving for – Captivated by our own opinions – destined already to fail because we rely on God. We rely on faith. We rely on whispers & shadows. On our feet & in our Hearts we know already – the power is within. Why is our God always here with us? We’re more than his Creation, We are, in this world, also our Creator.
A billet, smothered, Filled with lead & covered in the oil Of the dead. What will all the Madness bring As the world, The Black Swan, Performs at full-dance; Spins & Dives to Death Like waves crashing In upon themselves, The slow evolve Of Destiny.
When I speak to God, I’m speaking to my Self. I’m Aware. I hear the rumblings of the Earth. I feel the cold & winding heat that builds within. The stars shoot from my eardrums, like violent waves, Beating upon the air, a swarm of locusts, a crackling flame. Inside of me builds up all the intrigue of discovery, The essence of Knowing while having everything revealed. Increments. Doses. Crescendo. The blips upon a radar – the ever-expiring tips of candlelight. I can smell the mystery of her hair, & her skin expires beneath My touch. The embers of her spirit, hot against me, Pressing out the fury of my spirit. God is with me. With us. This is the mess that unravels with Awakening. The calm before the storm. The light beyond the mist That travels far beyond our senses, pulling us from our slumbers, Asking us for the real Faith it takes to discover Who we are. What we can achieve. When we believe.