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Solar Shift
In the comfort of society’s arms, I tasted the sensations of paradise amuse
Concealed of its wraith, promise the world would get better of its reminisce dues
Souls in the calling of night given angelic wings
Things are not always as they appear on earth when the cold wind stings
Destruction of your temple echoes the disparage of the mind when the heart sings
True love of Mother Earth’s cloak brings the trinity of life, death, and resurrection to human beings
A warm veil shelters within life, when self-comfort is lost in its gust
Clipped me from the sky, earthbound me, Heavenly whispers from my halo is a sacred must
Infused by a gentle breeze and softly carried away by the surrendering rush of Morocco sand dust
Bathe my mind with wisdom, cleanse my naked soul in truth
My Sovereign is unto my Creator and the Kingdom of his flock shall become my pursuit
Guide the freedom of my spirit to the hereafter
My eyes illuminate my path, unto you, when, and how to me, it never does matter
I am the echoes of North, South, West, and East, my skin has long ago been tattered
Spiritual soft whispers of old
I will always ask you to seek the destination of your soul
My footprints marked, engraved
The path of my journey has already been paved
The sweetest tidal wave of time washed upon the sandy shores
The Book Of Enoch, The Lost Book Of Enki, is thy land from where my honey and milk pours
My elysian incantations lay within the scrolls of The Emerald Tablets, mystical hieroglyphs of my purpose defined
Joyfulness resonating oh thy sweet whispers, oh divine
Shalom
Concealed of its wraith, promise the world would get better of its reminisce dues
Souls in the calling of night given angelic wings
Things are not always as they appear on earth when the cold wind stings
Destruction of your temple echoes the disparage of the mind when the heart sings
True love of Mother Earth’s cloak brings the trinity of life, death, and resurrection to human beings
A warm veil shelters within life, when self-comfort is lost in its gust
Clipped me from the sky, earthbound me, Heavenly whispers from my halo is a sacred must
Infused by a gentle breeze and softly carried away by the surrendering rush of Morocco sand dust
Bathe my mind with wisdom, cleanse my naked soul in truth
My Sovereign is unto my Creator and the Kingdom of his flock shall become my pursuit
Guide the freedom of my spirit to the hereafter
My eyes illuminate my path, unto you, when, and how to me, it never does matter
I am the echoes of North, South, West, and East, my skin has long ago been tattered
Spiritual soft whispers of old
I will always ask you to seek the destination of your soul
My footprints marked, engraved
The path of my journey has already been paved
The sweetest tidal wave of time washed upon the sandy shores
The Book Of Enoch, The Lost Book Of Enki, is thy land from where my honey and milk pours
My elysian incantations lay within the scrolls of The Emerald Tablets, mystical hieroglyphs of my purpose defined
Joyfulness resonating oh thy sweet whispers, oh divine
Shalom
Published 16th Apr 2024
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Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.
Luther Burbank
Luther Burbank
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16th Apr 2024 2:45pm
Awesome spill my friend in this stanza in my mind tells it all
In the comfort of society’s arms, I tasted the sensations of paradise amuse
Concealed of its wraith, promise the world would get better of its reminisce dues
Souls in the calling of night given angelic wings
Things are not always as they appear on earth when the cold wind stings
In the comfort of society’s arms, I tasted the sensations of paradise amuse
Concealed of its wraith, promise the world would get better of its reminisce dues
Souls in the calling of night given angelic wings
Things are not always as they appear on earth when the cold wind stings
18th Apr 2024 7:47am
