A-Maze

To Quench Thought in the marvel of a mind,

the thinking kind,

to deliver Centuries lost as a learning to cost,

lends life a light,

a guide to teach not take,

not break the Will,

so you may stay,

in this thwarted till.

In Ancient Times study of death,

created a way a direction to say;

Life Continues.

So many Realms to Cross,

to Pass-Over or Through,

an understanding lost,
 returns to you.

Discarded are these maps,

for points of view,

referred too and said to confuse,

so that you take your eye off Sake!!

Why does Humanity believe,

that You do not have to work through,

the Darkness too??.

With Light there is Black,

in each begin there is an end,

in every Road traveled,

there must be a reason to journey.

Surrounding Nature's display,

Her quest seems so grand,

how does Man remove himself,

as not part of this Plan?

The very breath afforded Our life,

is given by that which is discarded as used.

Should We not also be of Use?

Or, do You believe that the Work to Be,

to Produce is only for Consume?

In every effort energy expends itself so naturally!!

To discount what you do not See,

cannot appreciate, as yours for the taking,

dismisses the ride it took to produce your need, or required want,

without thought to the development of that which You take for granted,

Lucidity in Riddle

Halt the Axis of your 'Conscience Mind'

allow your unconscious-self too roam,

base your-self in this realm,

determine Need knot Want!!

The Metropolis,

your active brain waves,

connects desire,

adapt to survive!!

The Current of,

an understanding,

living in-flux!!

Grasp upon that which cannot be held,

takes Self-Control to Realize,

You must let-go,

to attain that conception,

to further natural ability,

a Concept to Balance,

the coming measure!!

With nothing more,

advance too this door,

do-not-open,

pass-through with the causality of you,

a blanket of comfort: Still!!!

The piece to retain a collective lane,

exhibits only in re-frame!!

The Channel which You switch,

is in the Absolute you travel,

a better throng, too commit,

'know wrong' a constant tone,

a bevel in sewn!!

Fear used as format,

oppose only fright,

use terror to engage relative space!!

Remember with Prose,

a plight to right,

to aim this spear,

a bow in sight of pen!!

Maintain in this 'Blind' a guise,

discretion is best,

a 'Put' in this test of Life,

an anxious way too-set the line,

a communication with an Ancient find of Discovery!!

The drilling of self-reflection,

should mirror,

not captivate!!!

To stare at only Won,

will not encourage a proposal of Find!!

In this System,

a 'Foundling' in a considered scope,

a 'Virtual Realm' of Wonder,

where "Loss is Gain"

diversity a lane!!

Travel 'til Purpose;

know rush!!

Tilt the Level with Shim,

to correct the rate,

the strings which puppet no-man,

an issuance of a larger plan,

the guidance of assertion not completion!!

The Total of a Sum,

a calculated Call,

Inn a World of Withdrawal!!

The basis of Mass,

derived from 'Just' bliss,

will miss this!!

A cautious reveal,

to enter a malady in time,

the day in which displays,

an Ominous climb,

too Ladder a Weight,

a wrench to not twist,

but unwind!!

In 'The Continue'

an Open-Venue,

to a lasting breath,

must be of Invitation naturally,

not forced reprieve!!

The Steps that have Denied,

others of,

'Rites-to-Claim'

left for translated mistakes,

with purpose-set,

records the Ancient as mundane,

without regard for "Their Plan" or "Their Name"

The Quarry of Faith in Innocence spoken,

is to reveal the defining mode,

to enhance past 'Rote in Rune'!!

Pyramids built in 'Older Times'

of stark design,

to be lasting in stone,

to produce future 'Tells' to speak!!

Discounting 'Finds' with Inscription,

as Myth or never written,

with Moral Conviction,

lends to the eradication of existence!!

Named with "Authority and Decree"

written on 'Sackcloth-with-Ink'

delivered to whom can still Think,

with Dialect exact,

required for Tone-to-Abide,

for 'Telling' not dying.

Practical Deeds of Done

The Strangeness of Destiny,

brought a gentle hand.

Fate births Delivery,

require or purpose?

Deep or Sorted

the nature of encounter,

is difficult.

Desire

A walk on a high wire,

tension in balance.

A Lyre!!

As a desired hymn,

but the strength of found,

in a musical fare,

may have only been.

The Music Played

A piece I seem to know,

the Tune so Old,

an Ancient Introduction,

to what seems oddly,

so bold.

a plan

Should the proof be in the spirit,

or the writing in hand,

Ink leaves the Instance,

freshness with a stand.

To be an open invitation,

to experience a different lore,

I make strides towards interest,

to concrete my intentions.

To further 'Thoughts' mounting,

questions I bare.

A home in distant views,

the memory,

brings me tears.

I long for all the comfort,

nothing wrong was there.

The Love of Such,

I stare!!

The desperate Minds which keep,

and plant with seeds that sweep,

belief of what's not theirs,

has caused despair with age.

The formality of my conscience mind,

speaks with 'Thought Design.'

To etch a sketch,

a canvas of my being,

a portrait to be sorted.

To fetch a mortal existence,

and learn to live,

Resistance.

The missing action labors,

the breath of which is smothered,

may have only been.

I 'Look' into the deepest wells,

to find the springs of hope,

the babbling brook streams to rivers,

that just don't seem to flow.

The Waterfalls that Fell

The Pools in which I paddle,

no prevailing wind,

to calm the plight,

the drought of all that's been.

To Soak-In what was,

to bathe in my begin,

no lacking instruments,

I trumpet horns from then.

A distant place,

sadness was not known,

I accept this life,

this issuance of such,

to ascend as only One.

A miss was worth the 'Chance' of hit,

in the wilds of,

romance.

To value the worth of what was,

is the treasure I feel in what is,

to take a stab, or, make a play,

too motivate yourself to say,

what You believe,

not what you're told cannot be.

Delivers a brand new day

In an active appeal to heal,

not hang your head in dread,

or you may loose your way.

The 'Sight' of not what is or maybe right,

but what holds the promise,

of an even older 'Time.'

I know of a beautiful life

I was, I am, I will be again,

in amazement of all this then.

To prosper in an excitement,

a literal delivery of,

my last time,

 felt so long ago.

Now I Share Found:

my Life Path Number,

Nine,

my Destiny Path Number,

Eleven,
my Birthday Number,
Eleven

and My Personality Number,

Twenty-Two.

A release to be true,

not due.

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A Ten or, Crescendo!!

The singing breeze releases voice,

of Birds to Seek her height!

The wonder of,

such wondrous Flight!!

With Ease,

too Sail through.

The Battle comes,

when delight,

gives weight,

to seeming needs.

The Drink of Life

A given-plight,

for I do,

feel the plead.

It's Nice!

To dine on such,

in Mind I sought,

to Relieve this Deed.

A Sign

The Grace of Nature,

does embrace.

An Eagle befriended Me of late!

First We Met,

He flew in sight.

He swiftly darted prey,

the sound of such a precise flight,

brought shivers to my spine.

Next

He spied Me out,

a Tree He matched.

In colored display,

with difficulties I sight.

So near He was to Me!

A proximity,

which I still,

dismay, amazed,

an Ominous display.

No Time had passed,

only Afternoon,

brought Majesty again.

Almost,

as if He's watching.

So, I may know His Claim,

an Ancient, Ageless Reign!

I Hear His Call to Say:

To Prey,

a Natural State.

Believed,

a given one.

A Fitting Place, To End.

The Council Of Men

Along The Change of Men,

comes a 'Setting of Rudeness,'

as the Attire Worn by Women.

I beseech each,

to Care not for Your-Self,

rather,

bestow this Upon what is Afoot.

The Rising Tide of Known,

will come to bring to an end,

a Deadly Reign of,

"The Blues."

A Depression.

Sat on by the Filth of what has Been,

deceit and robbery of the Brain.

Decided.

Let 'The Rule of Thumb' Replace such Chaotic Means of Women!!

Hear!!

With "No Sight,"

certainly "No Thought,"

Women have Rambled to 'Know Acclaim.'

In Speech, in Action,

Found in the Chore of the Daily Grind,

Women have made,

'Mincemeat of Others.'

Thinking,

"I'll never be caught,"

or

"It's all in your head."

Which One,

I Proclaim!

The One that Seats the Ancient Mind?

or,

The One that Only States,

"Men are Kind."

Humanity should HALT, to NO:

MORE;

There Always is....

Why not Trust the Action,

of those that Exhibit the Ability to Know.

Without Judgement,

retaining the Wisdom to Act,

not React.

A Treasured State of Love,

not seen, but,

Understood by this Sage,

and,

A Vision to a 'Seer.'

I saw this in a dream.....I was in the Halls of ....

The gates of Valhalla have broken the locks of time before time was....

I would like to know the Compassion not yet known.  The Visions of the Past that lead us into an understanding of the future, not a confusion of timeless measure.  The bounds of our loss cannot be calculated by our minds. It just seems to be forcing an equation for the void between life and death so that it can not be understood, just feared.

The gift from the creator of such beautiful minds, said to be in favor with his own, should only compliment his prayer for glory in the journey between the conscience and unconscious.  Instead it seems blurred by the doubt in your mind and you are blinded by the delusion or the story of only a golden mansion in the sky to be had upon your entry to the Deathly Realms. All while your soul or spiritual self does nothing to repent for your existence in this world or prepare for your entry into a different one.

To look into the Hour Glass of Time, realizing that the probability of a space before Time, was merely the place when Souls were divided and Twin Flames created to experience this journey independently and yet with only one hope to bring solace to such a decision.  The Twin Souls would join to ascend as one in the end so they may be in The Continue and not subject to your End of Times scenario.  This thought would have only been carried through to ensure our survival if the visual of such impending disaster had been  concreted with the evidence that seems to be in existence today.  Albeit a Seer or a Sage would have had to have spoken and thereupon been believed readily.  For the dilemma would have been forthcoming and judging by the lack of belief in difference or the thought that "A progressive thought is an atheist thought today," the decision would have had to have been made quickly, without Fear and with the Conviction that it was the correct thing to do.

We are not by chance, nor are we beings that are not capable of what may end up being something incredible.  What we know here as life, is an opportunity to see the ones that provide you with choice and accept duty to a higher purpose so that you may experience further growth in any life that you may be fortunate enough to have experienced or to know that you may experience. This is an opportunity to be free of such narrow thinking on man’s part that only encourages disbelief and fear of the unknown.

To take pause in this life, to imagine a divide, an inclusion, a movement of grace and beauty on behalf of the appreciation of the creator of mankind, be it evolution, god, big bangs or any other countless reasons that flow into our libraries to explain the beginning of our existence should be our interest, not cause divisions in our thinking.  To halt your thoughts and engage your source of hidden reveal for your own person is what I ask you to require as engagement in this matter of your minds.  This world has filled the end times with prejudice of presumption to know and announce not only dates but the very means of the disciplines of the destruction that shall reign upon us.  How can such simple minds presume to know what graces us with the visions of an end?  A known to a secret reveal would be an answer to the question of the Keep, and not whom the Keep belongs.  The Keeper of such Ancient and Timeless minds would only increase a desire to acquire the Keep for the wealth of Souls and the Spirituality that that might deliver if sought out.  The beauty  in the continuance towards the transcendence of life itself should be a moment with Spiritual understanding, not Fear and Strife.

To have so much, to know so little, and to propagate so much negativity and doubt about life itself, is in truth, shameful for all of humanity.