Tuesday, December 12, 2017
ON; the Polluted Mind:
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
CARE KEEPER'S
If an energy is not ever transforming, ever moving, ever becoming [Energy Pathways or EPL Avalons] then it is self perpetuating and is NOT different from a polluted stream, which threatens to become a pond, and eventually an ocean.
CARE KEEPER'S
If an energy is not ever transforming, ever moving, ever becoming [Energy Pathways or EPL Avalons] then it is self perpetuating and is NOT different from a polluted stream, which threatens to become a pond, and eventually an ocean.
Freedom; The experience in knowing~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Descartes [EPL] before the Horse:
If an assumed dullard can comprehend fully an axiom of the tempo of genius, might his temperament, thus escape the confines, of finite and thus limited space?~
If so, this proves, it is experience which leads to (in the) becoming of [this power].
Gnosis-
Descartes [EPL] before the Horse:
If an assumed dullard can comprehend fully an axiom of the tempo of genius, might his temperament, thus escape the confines, of finite and thus limited space?~
If so, this proves, it is experience which leads to (in the) becoming of [this power].
Gnosis-
Amazing Military Or Alien Base Entrances Found On Mars. (Mars Mysteries)
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
The Song~
EPL-
INFORMATION FOR YOUR BUILDING SOUL
Things are not as they seem, but you are-
Oh Sweet Song, how very long will it be again, before I can return to you?
You came to me, so freely, I mistook you for mine own,
and yet you are, how could this be?
I searched for you, throughout a lifetime, a purity, of which I could not find, outside of me, myself and I,
yet to be selfless, in all my worthy pursuits, again, how could this be?
I hummed, true, and the resonance warded away misfortune,
stemming from that pure and perfect place,
the beginning?
There surely is no end, to you.
Grit mine teeth, and bite mine eyes, keeping you in focus, as life grows ever dimmer.
I imagine that you go on, never ceasing!
You seem to rare and new, every time, your most cherished visits, come.
I, walking alone, in the frost of cold,
I have this place, this moment, where dreams, lyrics and time catch one another, as cat's play.
This due you?
I hear a tune, and you flirt with it, always in sync, always steps ahead, can I keep up?
A mere Tempo?
I think not.
Some, who seem much brighter than I, have gotten lost, in your many meandering trails.
Some duller, those who think they 'got it', are yet taken away, by a false notion of you, a broken chain.
For when I cared about where you were, my beloveds past, you were the Song.
If you are indeed a Genie;
I guess I ask that you could be amplified in me?
This so that I may BE as YOU?
Now that I say it, I see how very silly this sentiment be, that I would thus mascaraed as you.
I Laugh (at the/this self).
Oh Song of Seasons, Song of Hosts, a song of New Beginning, and one already for Bitter Endings,
a Muse to be sure, you ubiquitous power.
You seem so exclusively me, and mine own,
however you are transient and everywhere, and all at once,
one day I hope.
For you bring logic to The Storm.~
SMO13
Things are not as they seem, but you are-
Oh Sweet Song, how very long will it be again, before I can return to you?
You came to me, so freely, I mistook you for mine own,
and yet you are, how could this be?
I searched for you, throughout a lifetime, a purity, of which I could not find, outside of me, myself and I,
yet to be selfless, in all my worthy pursuits, again, how could this be?
I hummed, true, and the resonance warded away misfortune,
stemming from that pure and perfect place,
the beginning?
There surely is no end, to you.
Grit mine teeth, and bite mine eyes, keeping you in focus, as life grows ever dimmer.
I imagine that you go on, never ceasing!
You seem to rare and new, every time, your most cherished visits, come.
I, walking alone, in the frost of cold,
I have this place, this moment, where dreams, lyrics and time catch one another, as cat's play.
This due you?
I hear a tune, and you flirt with it, always in sync, always steps ahead, can I keep up?
A mere Tempo?
I think not.
Some, who seem much brighter than I, have gotten lost, in your many meandering trails.
Some duller, those who think they 'got it', are yet taken away, by a false notion of you, a broken chain.
For when I cared about where you were, my beloveds past, you were the Song.
If you are indeed a Genie;
I guess I ask that you could be amplified in me?
This so that I may BE as YOU?
Now that I say it, I see how very silly this sentiment be, that I would thus mascaraed as you.
I Laugh (at the/this self).
Oh Song of Seasons, Song of Hosts, a song of New Beginning, and one already for Bitter Endings,
a Muse to be sure, you ubiquitous power.
You seem so exclusively me, and mine own,
however you are transient and everywhere, and all at once,
one day I hope.
For you bring logic to The Storm.~
SMO13
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