The Comfort Of Stigmata’s Pain

Oh, how I wish it would rain
These are the times, when life has the meaning to wash away the calling of stigmatic’s pain  
Somewhere I lost my self in the depth of that beautiful ocean  
Only to be reborn again standing against the shore onto myself, reflective in its true devotion  
The pulsate of the heart, found to connect mind to soul, trifold in the meaning of a beautiful piece of art  
Unto man, he shall cleave until the thunder of earth  
Unto the woman, who bears the comfort of his loins who shares the love of his mind and take refuge in his worth  
    
Within the pulsation element of our wondrous being  
Until the skies, let it always remain true, even in the amiss, allow solitude of the intellect to ring  
I hear the soft winds, they cry out for me  
The earth cuddles my soul as sirens embrace my footprints upon the sands that leads me to the high seas  
The water of purification has cleansed the core of my mind  
Forsaken others to journey to the road of enlightenment, we must leave others behind  
Something greater, something higher, there is always honor in silence    
The incantation of my Chakras tells my sacred temple I must leant, I must do  
When you have to make choices as to breathe or live off the land, deemed more important than dinning of non-spiritual food  
   
Is it that moment of epiphany found in humans to become our greatest awakening, yet, our greatest sin  
The sweetest curse, undulated passion, when easing in the passage of glorification, once inside, lost in the exchanging of souls, again, and again  
Where are your roots, have you cut down your own trees  
Refusing to sow your own seeds  
To watch the development of your earthy growth  
Ask yourself, what do offer as you stand on soil, what is your potential, do you stay, do you ask of yourself more as you flow    
Do I close the door to reality only the Heavens truly knows  
   
I have conjured myself in the darkness of my own midst  
Lost my soul in the ocean of the depth of abyss  
Engulfed the ancient secrets not here today, now I have to ask of self where do I fit  
Opening new eyes as I reap the fruits of my labor, where my passion to live, my journey, follow that star as I sing  
Never forget, in life, even the meek must watch out for the Bee stings  
The darker the berry the sweeter the juices, makes this a Honey Queen  
Have the world become color blinded in a fairytale of make believe  
Last night I knelt on my knees  
   
Father, can you hear, I need you grace today  
I am down here praying for the one, who think they have run out of words to say  
I need your compassion, we all need your understand during trying debauchery, scene of unforgivable crimes  
We’re all trying to find of peace, before our existence run out of breath as the sands of time  
   
Selah