Me wholly—
For it is only
Through an entire,
Unhesitating
Devour,
Could you
Truly taste
My Earthiness of
A Delicious Soul—
Let it
Unapologetically
Pulsate within
Your flow—
Consume me
Wholly and
Earnestly,
And an Eternity
Of nurturing
Awaits you.
Paraphrasing:
True divinity is the condensation of an universal, collective consciousness that is rooted in compassion, peace, and wisdom. The worshipping of such is silent and solitary, yet free from all self-serving ends. Each spiritual experience is personal, distinct from another, and should not be judged upon or meddled with—each soul ought to strive to become conscious of the divinity that is itself.
Faith shall not be underlined by the conventional, repressive dogma that is advocated by manipulative creeds—no shrine or temple aspire to the process of mankind care-taking for nature, nor do they avert the human civilization from falling deeper into the de-evolutionary notions of oppression and power.
The divine comprises no absolute messiahs, instead, it constitutes an all reaching awareness that which rescues each being by inspiring it towards greater intents.
Yes,
I walk in a blindfold,
Most days
I do not save
What’s Right from foul.
And
I work in the Dark,
So my Callings
Never grow strong.
I am merely
A creature of stubborn habits,
Destroying the body
All year round.
But
Please
Turn your back not.
As bare are these flaws,
Deformed is this bag
Of brittle bones
That scantly moves along—
Oh my Kin,
Brother and Sister,
Have Faith in me,
For my Compassion sits
Like an endless Well.
If thirst shall befall,
I will not
Let you down.
Confide in my Embrace,
Oh Love,
For I only write
Of Tenderness & Hope
In your song—
My affection is
A stream that runs
Forever long.
Won’t you see,
Swimming Bird?
You have
Gotten me
All wrong.
Wishing to get clean
Once again,
I stand in the shower—
Looking at
Countless droplets
Sliding down
My wax-like skin ,
I wondered
Would they really,
Grazing swiftly past,
With them carry
My Filth away?
Wishing to Rewind
Back to the Swell Ways,
Yet all I want
Is to Forget;
Craving to be Saved,
But I know Sunshine
Is
Days
Away.
A Brother told me
That He cared for
Other people, and that
He wished to help them.
Though He a Brethren,
I could not believe Him.
Maybe it was because
He wore a passé
Track jacket, and
Sweat pants full of lint.
Or it could be that
His face was covered in
A slew of horrid
Craters—
Something that pegged Him
For a serial killer.
Or was it me,
Who is of little Faith,
Had simply refused to believe
Any Good?
Particular Moments 