Blessed be this being that I am

My senses are running wild in the forests of my existence.
I feel the music and taste the colours of my surrounds.
My movements are a flurry of vibrations in space and time.
I have risen from an uneventful grave and relish silent sounds.

I see their fires burn around them that give away their essence.
I touch their emotions with my branches and sweep their hurts aside.
The rustling of my evening leaves create a chorus of musical serenity.
My gaze penetrate their darkest fears and by my rules these fears abide.

In the shadows of the evening moon I sense howls of mournful lives.
I shed no tears but burn a path of life into the hearts of the forgotten.
I don’t seek compensation or payment for my deeds of unconditional love.
I simply seek to share my heart and heal the weak and rotten.

In simplistic grace I float at the edges of reality across the continuum.
I touch the wicked, and praise the honourable knights and warriors where due.
I am a vessel of righteous joy and was created with a specific task in mind.
I am healer, soul keeper, lover, mother, father, son and daughter, I am true.

My questions reverberate in a universal chasm of wanton longing.
I seek no answers as it seems obtuse to want what I already know.
My being is rejoicing all the knowledge I absorb through an open mind.
My eyes are the oceans where sense and deeds combine in ebb and flow.

I am giver, life breather, song on sweetest tongue, the voice inside your head.
I am consciousness, awareness, faith, bringer of joy, the power to set free.
He made my heart to embody the beauty within and pureness of all souls…
I am not perfection, I am human, make mistakes, have pain. Yet it is inspiring to live this gift of time. I am thankful to be me…