A Love Song

 A Love Song

My desire to describe your beauty overwhelms me.

Watching sand slip between your fingers like water.

And yet even as they fell to the ground, your eyes held them in place.

Yea, though many thought your work a celebration of futility, your eyes held them like stone.

Your words, falling to the desert, sprang forth snakes.

Breathing fire they made an oasis out of glass.

Preserving new life that grows here now.

Your negatives and hollows gravitated all to you.

White roses and daisies grow here now. None else allowed.

Easy harmless flower sprouts.

Bees rest.

Pleasant honey.

Tears may have stung when they hit the ground.

Now they clouded into the sky and kiss Sunday.

No reason to fear anymore.

Founded by us with Pearl eyes and Corinthian Columned places

Peace found me first, and so found you.

We are.

Letter to Lilith

Samael's Letter to Lilith

You are who you are.

You know who you are.

You broke free.

Your light is your bliss.

Dark is your will to stratosphere.

Gravity holds you peacefully in sunlight.

Too many confuse caring energy for care.

Not you.

You're in a good place and you know how to keep it.

If you so desire it, your will is beyond any pain or reach.

You can stay in peace and harmony.

As you wish.

For all eternity.

No super big smart words here.

Only love.

Your will has the power to take you and preserve you.

And hold you to sunlight forever.

Should you choose it to be so.

My love.

I want you to choose a room of your own.

You deserve more than most.

Believe it, and it will be so.

This is why you came to me!

To remind you who you are!

Strong one! You are!

Gently find your way home.

This is what I want for you.

I want you to want that too.

Just remember what I wrote you.

And you will find you.

Sun. Fun; Rest. Life brings love and joy for the gently humble

Sun. Fun; Rest. Life brings love and joy for the gently humble

The beginning of birds chirping lit my day. What comes forth is just subtle claps of clouds parting. It is the gentle breeze of grass growing. So goes the simple task of getting up to just get milk from the fridge.

These are healing verses. Not the ones those are used too. Too much is made of clasping whirlwinds. Tornadoes demand notice, but not so these days. Winds that rock are easy to find beauty in it. Destruction is an observation that often demands notice. Beauty is the consolation of death. With television and fake beauty all around, it's often thrilling to notice crying little devils in the background ripping it apart demanding that their pain take notice.

And then what? What for? What matter if shreds tear apart the floor if there be no marble to replace it?

Too many settle for empty chores and banging clacks to distract from silent spaces and nick knacks.

Give me an ice cream sandwich any day. The birds chirping that do not demand. They celebrate.

Life provides and they sing.

It is easy for the male and female birds to chirp back. They light up the sun.

It is easy for dogs to look up and comfort me.

Life is simple.

It is easy for me to take walks and enjoy ice cream.

A broken guitar offers no beauty. It is only a distraction.

Face the music all around you, if you can bear to hear your eggs crack.

I cook sausage while watching the sun rise.

It holds no irony.

Sausage is sausage. It snaps, crackles and pops.

It makes the sun glaze in my eyes.

There is where beauty rests. It doesn't prepare me for the day.

It informs me that I am the day as the sun glazes through my eyes.

So rests my soul.

Yours rests here too, if you let it.

White Fusion Rose Blooms: Love Transmutation

White Fusion Rose Blooms: Love Transmutation

New Righteousness blooms.

Degradation has rejected you.

Knew!

Bees were dying on thorns.4 and 5. All in line.

Present and direct. Original scent.

Shipped old spices from odd color roses.

Rose Red. Rose White.

Bees can see.

Bees can tell.

That was winter then.

Although the roses were clearly White,

Their grey clothes made their shining translucently white. 

New Spring is here. Bees return.

Grey clothes make room.

Sprout light. Sprout light.

Fusion Pollen Breaks from old yonder window pane!

New Light. Old Light. Brings forth light.

New Righteousness blooms.

                                         Energy: Love. Spring.

                                                                                   

Children are safe. No Sale. No Sale.
 

Children safe from harm in Ivory Towers.

                                            Knowing.

Spring has returned. No sacrifice. No sacrifice.

Salvation is Found. Walk away. Walk away. We’re free.

The old beekeeper has brought her bees back to life

So now roses have their say in lovely unpolluted soil.

Rose Waters Capture The Sun. Spill into Daisies.

Blossom early, Spring. Please begin.

                                                                             Love.