A ‘Spirit’¬†understands desire¬†for the what of ‘something’—the¬†epitome¬†of¬†heart’s language speaking a life-times journey of¬†will’s forgotten wake: A wonton¬†of¬†meet of ‘the one’ of so named, “soul-mate”. ¬†Do we somehow miss a¬†soul-mate’s whispers due in cause to¬†worldly distraction? ¬†Do¬†we most times fail to¬†recognize¬†the ‘something’ we seek is the ‘muse’ within;¬†a silence made clouded of noise between anger and sorrow?

Grateful are we for kisses given to¬†Love’s trampled hearts as a pain of thorns pierces the garden of Eden. ¬†Tainted of strain is the¬†sensitive ‘spirit’ what for moment¬†and again remained in perpetuity’s punishments of imprisoned mind:¬†A¬†grief of¬†loneliness masked as consequence tending toward favor of contrived¬†fatalistic fallacy—nothing more than disillusions professing a lie of false protectorate—distractions of invocation¬†given just enough to dare to seem to fairly care, and this . . .¬†to hide the¬†reality of a heart’s hidden smother.

(Prague Cameraman
Cinematographer Michal Krejci – http://taylor-film.com)

Mortal is born of benevolent soft-handedness¬†of¬†sweet human gullibility—intentions of joy’s prayer of¬†color while all the while are too, the dark-dull ‘forces’ of¬†shadow offering¬†pains-in-waiting to cause unreasonable scorn profoundly riddled of strife of¬†unjustness: A silent ‘beast’ of intent toward¬†divide and misunderstanding. ¬†A pain made of¬†awareness¬†of¬†thorns ripening and piercing¬†the soul to cause one rendered¬†speechless¬†from a choking of¬†forever tears of unreason, undeserving, unforgiving untruths; an embittered battle for peace of¬†reality no one does ‘see’ meant to be. ¬†Rather be is an endurance spent of¬†‘self’-punishment of unknowing choice not made clear of time’s moment’s of born enlightenmen taken of un-foretelling:¬†A profound confusion . . . a¬†usurped purpose in trade for¬†utterance of seeming perpetual questions of why(?).

A¬†weapon of shadows constantly seeks to extinguish a¬†light.¬† Left are trophies—scars of un-bearing upon a sickened heart: An ‘evil’ of man’s doing that did seek to¬†suck the very life from the soul of a life¬†’til an assumed humbled position¬†of¬†driven vision of ‘something’ tangent and begotten before the time of fear-inspired¬†forgetfulness. ¬†Fire versus¬†fire can¬†no¬†longer perpetually burn of attire of embattled personal insurrection. ¬†Silence . . . is the¬†quiet nectar of ‘voice’ of solidarity; a¬†message¬†appearing through the looking glass¬†as it¬†cuts through a¬†meaningless¬†desperate breathe of ¬†begotten rotten air.

Forgiveness . . . key of original virtue and rescue; a path¬†to cleansing truths of soul to¬† end cumbersome pains¬†of¬†innocences’ raping. ¬†Forgiveness . . . ‘power’ to return once more down a crumbled purposeful path¬†of¬†progression of once hidden heart’s awe of all things¬†of¬†Love’s infinite¬†mercy; an¬†unbinding of imprisoned¬†mind of indoctrinate indifference. ¬†A gift of heart cannot remain bound in state of remorse; an inhumane¬†position of endeavor. ¬†Time spent in the past is the same as unawareness of un-rectified forgiveness; a¬†‘self’ stagnation.¬†¬†Freed must be the¬†purpose-bound¬†‘spirit’. Lament¬†out! ¬†So to heal . . . so to¬†set free a¬†child-like Love secured neatly¬†furled in a¬†corner within.

Choose to regret nothing . . .¬†choose to appreciate¬†everything, or be bound to¬†dark shadows of a mind’s illusions forever.

E=M.C2=YOU! ¬†There is no other who will save you! ¬†YOU . . . are the ‘the one’ who answers from within! ¬†YOU . . . carry Love¬†within; a¬†soul-mate of¬†your¬†passions!

Believe in yourself! ¬†Through silence comes¬†the ‘voice’ saying, ‘Choice¬†is¬†shear will¬†of human thought; a will of chance at change for¬†unjust things to just be! ¬†Pay no mind to the f.alse e.vidence a.ppearing r.eal! ¬†There are NO limits to what the imagination can accomplish, including escape!’ ¬†YOU . . . are an individual Universe unto your’self’:¬†An energy¬†of must to¬†‘self’ transform.¬†¬†To know thy’self’, is “To thine own ‘self’ be true”.¬†¬©


From Earth to the Heavens, an eternal philosophy of natural laws reigns 24/7 to those who dare to knock in question of every shape and every form where wisdom is born of quiet storm of first dawn of silent sovereignty; a birth given to enlightenment for all eternity.  




‚ÄúPOEM OF THE ATOMS‚ÄĚ‚Ää‚ÄĒ‚ÄäRUMI‚Ää‚ÄĒ‚ÄäArmand Armand (with subs):¬†¬†~~~*beautiful!:

. . . only the ‘Spirit’ understands the silent stillness.

Moody Blues – “The Voice”:

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