The Echoed Words Of Honey Nestled Upon Ginseng

I did not chisel the ten commandments in stones    
My truth have always stood for me alone      
Centering myself, inhaling, when the soul requires cleansing, allowing Mother Nature to hear my incantations as I universal atone        
To the question, asked of me at best        
No, this hemisphere has not made me melt  
Only the realization of intellectual overload when my existence needs to give credence to the four elements when at rest        
Such a beautiful moon that sits on the throne of infinity beaming from the skies        
Look up and listen for the sultry benedictions of its midnight tales and divine lullabies        
        
That superior light can travel your cerebrum to the third Heavens, given of its ancient stories to tell        
Open your cognizance awareness, hold my hand as we step down in Hell        
There is nothing to amuse but dark and the feel of its silhouetted heat        
Cries of forgotten humanity being slaughtered like raw meat        
Since the beginning of time        
Seconds and minutes of the clock have turned by the divinity’s chimes        
      
Most would say is there an afterlife, relief from this earthy strife        
A challenging affair to answer with several variables to sift through are involved        
What a funny riddle the intellect always tries to solve        
That third eye ordained within the cocoon of the womb        
A far intellect to have journeyed past Jesus’ tomb, the Blue Nile, and Egypt’s sands dunes        
To know if hearts arrive within the calling of infinity, ashes to ashes dust to dust the miracle of us, then gone too soon        
      
The beauty of the brain when maneuvering through the portals of ancient rites        
There is no time of elevation only the cascading of a spiritual light        
Have I died and moved on        
The mind, body, and vessel of the soul has touched many dimension and heard the creed of all the universal songs        
The Illuminati and the facades of damnation in the mystic, their hidden numerology agenda right under or nose it silently drifts        
The hand that rocks the cradles and the gigabytes, their collective summonses are wired and deeply embedded in it        
Misplaced mentalities with dual personalities assuage for greater denominations in the pulpit        
Two headed serpents that hunt flesh, molest the minds of children, and then denounce women as being taboo and unfit        
Celibacy of softness to devoid their company, by a religion oath of one of divinity’s most cherished gifts        
      
Inhaling, bringing the body back into the shell from where the soul is placed        
The flow of blood coursing through of our veins, vital organs of survival are miraculously encased        
I never understood dark minds and why we learn to hate        
Death of the spirit is found in a heart who refuses to psychologically communicate, who only berets        
After the Book Of Revelations’ there is a race to be won        
Unto the eyes that sees the truth and detail the struggles, our worth here on earth, thy Kingdom shall come        
      
The sacred scrolls are told in the Book of Enoch’s plight, hidden and ostracized from plain sight        
And you look upon a cross with a pastel man upon it who is called various theology names        
The falsehood of its alphabetic lettering, Timothy, John, Luke, its preaching’s scriptures that were not indoctrinated by the timeline, which we give homage, sing hymns in His resurrected fame        
I worship the Most Supreme, to know the Father and the Son are not the same        
As we leaf through a given bias book of disunity, inscribed with generations of incest, lust, murder, debauchery, and shame        
      
Heaven and Hell is in your mind and how your perceive        
Crimes of the heart, crimes of the skin, crimes unto humility is always well received        
Your faith is tested daily, and cooled by pages of the Good Book’s ideology of the original sin        
From the beginning of creation, festered with demons, giants, and Jinn's        
Forty weeks to give birth        
Ten centimeters from the silvering of man’s endowed girth        
The Ankh, a relic of ancient ancestry a replica of the womb, the fallopian tubes, an amulet certainly to adorn of its symbolic worth        
From darkness, the soul entering through the divine passion as the red sea parts in the renewal of birth        
Lay hands upon the belly and pray to ward off the beast’s curse        
      
The head crowns unto another lifespan sliding out the portal of blessed fluid to breathe, to soar, to fly        
Pushed down and out as the world now hears the fear of its first cries        
Unto the slavery of alarms clocks, working by the sweat of one’s brow, from sunrise        
Sundown is the relaxation of the mind, heart, and body when sleep overtakes        
Awakened only to repeat the same fate        
      
Know this is temporary, as energies recharges and sparks the shell of humanity somewhere else        
Nomadic memories fades of self  
Deja vu is the only comfort from a begotten time we once lived, have felt        
Yes, you have seen the mere flashes before        
In the greatness of your presence, your insights has moved on as the placenta has been birthed from a previous life the subconscious concealed, once you tapped into the celestial core        
You will know how many lives your soul has stored          
New blood, timeworn ambiance unto another reality will be poured        
Fear no more, a thousand deaths the soul has resided fourscore        
Oh, it’s time for my mind to regroup in this dominion        
Looking over the peaks of those mountaintops does tend to drain the psyche cortex if I never mentioned
  

The refreshing thirst of that Green.. when softy infused with Tea..  it feels like Arizona heat