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Music is . . .

a constant . . .

the magic

of everything

Music is accidental

Music is searched

Music is revealed

Touched toned

are voices

between melody

calling . . .

calling . . .

a life bargained

for chance

after chance 

to dance

with eternity ©

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You were born the wanderer’s soul. ¬†This is how you began to be whole. ¬†The stars keep dancing, and the world keeps turning. ¬†Why would you think yourself to be any different?

 

 

 

“Tragedy is imitation of an action that is serious, complete, and of a certain magnitude; i.e., through pity [eleos] and fear [phobos] effecting the proper purgation [catharsis] of such emotions.” ¬†

—Aristotle

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a message in the music, and . . .

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Arc of dark-nesses . . .

surrender to rod and staff

Mortal hope ordained ©

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She was a child and a wretch—fighting in the¬†spaces between. Embraced were her scars taken without fear while molded was the darkness to the light where¬†her dreams¬†appeared out of¬†pain and aloneness. ¬†¬†

 

 

 

“Today you are you, and that is truer than true! ¬†There is no one alive who is you-er than you.”
—Dr. Seuss

 

 

 

 

 

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“According to Hesiod, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus took vengeance by presenting Pandora to Prometheus’ brother Epimetheus. Pandora opens a ‘jar’ containing death and many other evils which were released into the world. ¬†She hastened to close the container, but the whole contents had escaped except for one thing that lay at the bottom ‚Äď Elpis:¬†translated as “Hope” . . . though it could also mean “Expectation”.

Perception of mind [choice] is everything.

Source:¬†https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pandora’s_box

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FACT: Wordy dogmas and meaningless dramas of politics and religion are¬†obligated toward contrived ‘rituals’ of lies and ties based in negativity of thoughts given to illusionary and delusional mentality—historically and repeatedly sworn-in to are ‘brain washings’ of solemn oaths of duty to convince the world of ‘ideals’ based in fallacy—‘evils’ battling ‘evils’ to no positive¬†ends. ¬†In reality, there is only¬†suggested mind-sets¬†toward¬†‘it is what it is’¬†indoctrinate ‘systems’ created to command¬†the masses—thoughts¬†steeped in¬†absurdities based in assumptions built upon a secular societal conformity of ill-gotten gains; an¬†utterance of human ignorance.

 

It has never been, “good battling evil”, as has always been¬†suggested. ¬†In fact, good has no need to battle. ¬†Good, has only obligation to live and let live to just be of life, and gives rightful protections to all life; a very human¬†need which¬†‘evil’ does so apathetically usurp¬†from millions upon millions of life’s forms of magnificence, while offered is negativity and destruction of minds, imaginations, and souls. ¬†Given of ‘evil’ is¬†great misery in attempts based¬†in unreasoned causation of depletion of intentional energies of progression. ¬†We, the supposed proposed blinded minions for¬†‘evil’ intent, are mere pawns in the¬†battles between ‘evils’, as we are used to feed the greed of ‘the beast’ of¬†false ego; an ‘implanted’ desire toward nonsensical materialistic ¬†consumerism! ¬†ALL life battles ¬†constantly for survival ¬†against these ‘evils’ upon ‘evil’, upon even more ‘evil’, and still more ‘evil’ . . . to ends of continuance of living under the thumb of¬†‘evil’-minded mankind, until eventually comes the¬†inevitable intention of implosion of ‘self’-worth … of soul’s energy … of imagination … of individuality.

 

 

Man-made ‚Äėtime‚Äô has come full circle . . . again (man-made ‚Äėtime‚Äô existing only for¬†control sake); a ‚Äėtime‚Äô of non-continuance of obligation to fear the idiocy of ‚Äėevil‚Äô‚ÄĒa psychosomatic state of¬†¬†life that ¬†life¬†has been forced to face from moments immemorial. ¬† It is imperative of moments of now¬†of existence to turn true inner glory¬†from it! ¬†If ‚Äėevil‚Äô no longer has such firm grip on souls at its disposal to drain in support of wicked apathetic destruction, then stands to reason that it will eventually, in terms of man‚Äôs ‚Äėtime‚Äô, fade away! ¬†¬†THIS¬†. . . is humanity‚Äôs sworn oath of duty in these¬†given moments . . . to simply be compassionate sentient beings for the good of awe for all. ¬†Each life is a drop of love’s antidote given upon the pains created of ‚Äėevil‚Äô minds. ¬†To ‚Äėbattle‚Äô is to destroy ‚Äėthe beast‚Äô forced to dwell within the very cells¬†of mankind‚ÄĒ6 protons, 6 electrons, 6 neutrons‚ÄĒshared with a¬†primitive selfish ego fed from birth into an indoctrination of conformity. ¬†¬†Humanity,¬†must¬†firstly acknowledge this truth, thusly to become once again¬†humble to the greater power of all¬†life¬† . . . that which, is¬†Love. ¬†Ours is obligation to honor and place of a near forgotten awareness¬†of blood ancestry:¬†A homage to be paid¬†to sacred connective ‘spirits’ far too¬†long denied dignity of worth.

 

 

Let ‘evil’ feed upon itself¬†when no longer is given unworthy, undue, and undeserved attentions of human thought, until at last it be consumed to the nothingness from whence it came! ¬†Only when this does occur from out of¬†humanity’s soul, will peace be realized of the life-force as was come¬†from first light intended.

It‚Äôs in the blood! The only way out, is through! Create your own world without branding, and with all your heart of imagination, give your ‚Äėself‚Äô fully unto it, for what good is sown from within, will joy be reaped!¬†¬©

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To ‘experience’ is a birthright. ¬†Learn to re-learn by tossing the magic given of ‘self’¬†unto the heavens from whence it came. ¬† Let the returning light shine on the¬†truths of heart [wisdoms]: A¬†way of disposal of¬†illusions offered of¬†dark-hearted selfishness derived¬†of wicked-minded men.

 

 

CURIOSITY: Love of Life: An UN-branding of branded conformity.

 

 

‘G.O.D.’ :: Gaining One’s Definition —Common

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Many times I did enter the realm of midnight fair of air of Zana‚Äės garden.¬† A place of billowing peace painted of enchantment; an unending diversity of plumage: A menagerie of flora and fauna releasing Nature’s drug, euphoria, upon me at first deep hypnotic breath.

 

 

I am at once rendered calm—moved away from¬†life’s dark-sighted anxieties¬† of due affairs of tormented spirit while swayed of tire as Zana’s garden welcomes my secret¬†tears to cleanse and cure: A peace is given to open heart’s door¬†to rest.

 

 

I sit in moment upon nestled¬†caress—senses lulled in awe of flaming hibiscus and out stretched arms of comforting bended palm. ¬†My nostrils fill with¬†intoxication of warmed summer breezes of sweet earthly delight of flowering blooms singing whisperings¬†of strength to vanquish¬†silent mournful illusion.

 

 

On this night, a full moon gently gleans the night sky reaching to touch¬†my soul in quiet quiescent delight. ¬†Zana’s garden does somehow know it is¬†peace and comfort I seek: A peace graciously given in unselfish Love’s language of lush and ‘Godly’ bonding. ‚ďí

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Embrace the intimacy of cosmic rapture to feel Love’s native tongue.

 

 

A message is spoken¬†of Love‚Äôs tongue,¬†‘Your¬†deepest fear is not the¬†sense of confined false inadequacy, but of how powerful beyond measure is your power.¬† It is the light of heart within¬†that most frightens you, and not the darkness of tormented mind.’

 

 

NATURE: The inborn forces of light and dark: A realization of awakened being: A place of transitional euphoric-agony of joy and pain calling: A recognition of connection of truth in just taste of ‘godliness’: A mind ensensed of Universal mastery and self-love’s place within the moving canvas: A constant dance toward infinite change.

 

The ‘something’ that we feel, is real. ūüíę

¬†*NOTE: The original name given to this song is “Goodbye Forever”.

 

 

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A menagerie of aroma rose from the garden called Eden, where overwhelmed was the young and spirited, beautiful girl, so named, ‘Eve’. Eve could feel the strength of the full-grown great white ironwood citrus tree against her soft flesh. ¬†In her Divine nakedness, Eve closed her eyes to receive and relish in intoxication of invisible¬† sweet balmy breezes of mid-May air move through her long thick shimmering black hair. ¬†The scent of bitter-sweet citrus moved her senses—taking her to realms she had not until this moment experienced. ¬†As ‘Eve’ allowed the massage of air brush her deep-dark skin, she became entranced to unawareness of sounds made of an entity making its way down from out of the canopy of the Ironwood where she stood. ¬†Eve closed her eyes as she stretched upward, taking in a long deep breath of enchanting citrus. ¬†Upon opening her eyes, ‘Eve’ then did see the large looming figure of color; yellows and greens, and blacks and reds: A creature of menacing glean of purposeful intent that did paralyze Eve as she became incensed of fear as she made the grave mistake of gazing into the creature’s eyes; an insured hypnotic spell had been caste.

 

 

The large and formidable figure of the serpent did take great lustful pleasure in its triumph of overcoming Eve‚Äôs innocence as it moved ever slowly toward her. ¬†Even in her trance, Eve did know the serpent’s visit was intentional. She felt the silky-soft yet heavy and cold movements of the serpent’s large head move across her right shoulder as it slithered its way between her breasts—stimulating within her a newfound and yet unknown emotion; a pleasure of the flesh.

 

 

The serpent gently moved its body of cold matter further toward Eve‚Äôs warmed abdomen, meeting the softness of her feminine frame. ¬†In her trance of mortal spell, Eve felt enumerable waves of pleasure in conscious abandonment of self-control as she succumbed to passions of the flesh. ¬†In preying upon Eve’s vulnerable young feminine inclinations, the serpent took great satisfaction in presumption of belief that it had beguiled Eve‚Äôs divine nature‚ÄĒthoughts given to presumed ‘sin’-ful and insatiable mortal feeling intent on defaming an eternal promise of intellect, truth, and evolution: A supposed ‘s i n’ of physical, mental, and spiritual legacy did the figure of a serpent mean¬†to make placement upon Eve‚Äôs Holy virtue—one of malevolent untruth of “mortal sin” of flesh and blood of¬†physical experience. ¬†The serpent did so name such ‘sin’ . . . guilt. The serpent had assumed a corruption now lay waste Love‚Äôs essence. ¬†This, the serpent did to accomplish purposeful self-justification; an envious coward’s move¬†to disgrace humanity’s intellectual mentality; a beauty of intuition come of entropy’s¬†force of true intent. Indeed, unbeknown-st to the wicked ruse of a serpent was woman’s privileged beginnings; a private¬†intention of higher purpose which did dispelled a deceit of unjust affair. ¬†Love, being Eve‚Äôs begotten nature, can be tormented of vulnerability, but¬†a woman’s will of heart will never betray a loyalty of responsibility to Love through a disparity of¬†self-disrespect in purpose.

 

 

The genius of beauty—that which is of the feminine, remains as intended for preservation of Love to reign eternal, mortal, and immortal; a bearing of spiritual essence of expression and Universal form of intent. ¬†The serpent of malicious favor¬†was the one who was tempted, and thus rendered riled and unable to resist Eve‚Äôs ‘powers’ of innocence, beauty, and seduction¬†of a¬†nature imagined and achieved of a ‚ÄėGod‚Äô of perfective Love. ¬†The serpent, by way of ignorant arrogance and self-assured willful self-professed godliness, was the one who was unaware of its own imperfection, and thusly become perpetually angered and tempered toward the ‚ÄėGod‚Äô of Love and all manner of creation made of Love, and so did chose to be unreflective of the things of equality in¬†all things created of devotion to Love. ¬†The serpent did so vow to curse and make all malevolence in attempt to usurp life and light for all moment, and for as long as humanity remained in boundary of given place, because malevolence refused to acknowledge a humility of benevolence; a power greater than itself. ¬†An¬†idea of dis-harmony did reign in the minds of men thereafter: A continuance of a darkness of false unworthiness of heart, mind, and spirit. ¬†Until a moment mankind did gather back all their pieces and arranged them differently¬†aside of¬†what the serpent of chaos had so wickedly proposed. ¬©

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A liar can never have last word over Love’s will, for in the end, the insinuators¬†of doubt cannot change what¬†has already been¬†clarified. ¬†It was ‘She’ who was the first woman, and from ‘She’, all human life did come, as was her ‚ÄėHoly‚Äô wholeness of purpose.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Harvest Moon Gazing

 

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This side woes

humanity’s fate . . .

encumbered

souls

of forgotten promised

grace

 

 

 

 

That side dreams

in misty joy . . . 

an ache

for rite

of passage . . .  

destiny’s way

 

 

‘Oh, my¬†God’!¬†

Cries out the heart . . .

for wheres

and whys

of shadow’s

cast

along this . . .

an obtuse world

 

 

Be still

ye revenant  

insanity . . .

lest happiness

be forever

barren! ©
~the white rabbit

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There is wonder in silence.  Contemplation stirred of serenity.  Magic felt of move in solitude.

 

 

 

Enigma – “Sitting on the Moon”

 

 

 

 

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 Benevolence

rises unending

born anew

A witness

to existence

of a ‘church’

called life

Jade colored waves

of majestic ocean’s

exultation of breath . . .

sweet-salty

aromas to intoxicate

the senses

 

A ‘church’

of Earth’s

simple beauty . . . 

of truth

stirring portrait

painted live

by a thought

of intent

 

One is steeped

in solace

of significance

defying description

as ushered forth

is an invitation

onto part

of the

moving canvas

 

Awe becomes

the overwhelming logic 

designed

in precision

 

No want

for wordy dogma . . .

no need 

for dramatic display       

of pretense

 

Be humbled . . .

be grateful . . .

as a spirit before you

finds you worthy

to bear

a Divine clarity

of moment’s

reason¬†‚ďí

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HUMILITY: A way paved of Love’s connection: A wordless muse speaking freely. 

 

Love’s way of communion is wordless gesture of breath and girth; a tithe of attention.¬† The Earth is a live entity; a display of endless¬† epitome of emotions to those beseeching mortal comfort from unwarranted angst of man’s unjust reality.¬† Revealed will be the violets, golds, and emerald greens of remembrance of¬†the things of heavenly assurance: A promised¬† understanding.

 

 

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In a place of solace . . . I am ensensed of¬† an undeniable ‘God’ named¬†Wisdom.¬† I do not speak.¬† I listen to the ‘voice’ of given grace attempting to end the¬†unrepentant wars amid the love and hate of my heart: A knowledge given not of tolerance, nor of acceptance,¬†but of awakened¬† intuition—truths of all ‘Godliness’, a ‘spirit’ of love¬†. . . what is essence of awe of equality of beauty—genius of destiny’s clarification shared with a divinity of the seen and not seen vibrating a significance.

 

 

Upon perceptive wake is curiosity; a human art of all things: A knowing that ‘God’ is not an external ‘entity’ of a who viewing the Universe from a perch on high,¬†but is the what of all intelligence existing of all things of matter’s creation; a view from within looking out from Nature’s fingerprint of design.

 

 

Awareness is wakened to ‘see’ the natural ‘God’ of joy, comfort, order, balance, and peace—always here . . . always there . . . always patiently waiting for the pieces of Love to appreciate a connective perfection, and despite all imperfections made of¬†human willful dis-honor and disappointment perpetuating¬† purposefully to veil¬† the heavenly menageries of beauty and seduction.

 

 

Love¬†just is—the ‘something’ of everything.¬† True colors of reality. ¬©

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‘In your man-made slumber, you did fail to ‘see’ that what you seek is seeking you from within—moments have come to claim your return to the gardens of¬†remembrance.¬† If one falls, all shall fall if followed are the thoughts of heinous hegemony. ¬†Follow no one and nothing but your own beating heart.¬† —Nature

 

Enlightenment, is not a philosophy.¬† It is a word meaning ‘right to truth’.¬† Therefore, all life are born to tell a truth.

 

 

FATE:¬†¬†A name for punishment given to the foolish ‚Äėwatchers‚Äô commonly viewed as having given self-permissions in deciding human destiny.

 

ABERRANT: A non-conformist: A dreamer of ‘feeling’ pre-disposed life-purpose: A label given to the “madman” of clearer mental clarity of passion considered to be ‘different’.

 

 

Dare to be ‘different’! ‚ĚĄ

 

 

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