ST35 ... In the time-light of love she disappeared

my life; thats's the way i see it sometimes.

In the time light of love she disappeared down some tunnel never to be touched again. The mad handling of the world was on its last legs. Sunstacked writers were busy trying to save the word. Honour for survival of the heart was swimming around on the edge of a petri dish. They could see it slipping further in to the clutches of a cults madness. Investigations, research, stretched out long hours and dispersed into the gravity of it all. Was the heart winning, were words floating to the surface too late, dead on arrival? The fight between dark and light in the middle of the night while most were sleeping thru the storm continued. That was the way it was back then, there on the crucifix of modern times. 

Tender winds reaching the furthest futures beyond all dark time.

She was kept alive in memory by a few. Her healing breath blowing across the fields. Her sacred scent emanating love into the deepest crevices of the mind. Tender winds reaching the furthest futures beyond all dark days. Her embrace enlightening eons thru morning light. To awaken in her arms, oh, the glory of love. All thought crumbles to its knees when she speaks. Her breeze is the spirit of life. She is the mist of heaven blowing thru an open mind. She travels thru memories never to be touched. She is the nature of life, the waters of hope, the breath of faith.

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The war for the open road was on its last heals, lasting decades, centuries, killing many, suffering beyond comprehension. Bibles from all corners, scriptures sprouting from the earth, wars of crippled reason twisting minds to the dungeon depths of the heart. The modern times of the ending of dualism crucified the meek and reversed false truths into weapons of slavery and deceit. These times were empty of love and yet love found its way into the war and healed the wounded and saved the sick and restored the spirit of faith in the mystery that lies silent with truth and love like ones last breath moving towards the great waters of the unknown mystery of love itself.

Man and Nature Walking thru Modern Times

I am hiding in the middle of the earth. The way to the stars has avoided me. The ceremonies are hesitating, the sacred air is blowing above me, my mind is free upon a wounded heart. There is no one, nothing that owns me. I am free to die and live with out within. Some people believe we have a choice to do whatever we want. Some people believe a lot of things. I don't know much, if anything, really, but i have a lot to say.

For now i am certain that i can not know anything really, so i wonder, ponder, let the grooves of the past push me along, choose when i want and act like i know what i'm doin. To be honest is the only thing that makes sense to me. This is a constant endeavour, we are all so full of stuff that doesn't exist…..and how do i know this, well, that appears to be a given….there are a few of those i am certain. I am on my death bed, i've been here for years, always dying to something. Life seems to be a miracle that just happens, gives a way, on, to something, an unclear sketch of form, atmosphere, things dispersed, ideas bouncing off the walls developing meaning across the floor. That's my life, thats's the way i see it sometimes. 

It's crazy, look at the masked ones, the fear emanating from their eyes. The world is mad with belief from jesus to disease to conceit to love and i am in the midst of it. It feels like i love you at the moment, miss your disagreements, your constant misunderstandings, your magnetic love. I'm all over the place. No-one wants to read me. They want continuity, a lesson, a way forward. They can't see, that this is it. They want love, but love is free….we are trapped in the muck of the reservoir. Afraid to break on out to the other side, take it to the limit, crawl across the cut glass of the avenue, die to live.

Worlds Melting in Her Lap

Rivers behind soon flow up ahead. We are in the perfect place to be, but we are not there.

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