Poetic Metaphors and Emotive Perceptions

This painting depicts my pain. Sometimes it happens like that. Some senses fold while the mind extends, the spirit strives, heart ascends while depth of feeling descends. 

A profound sensitivity and awareness, when touched too much or too hard, brings a sore spot, like something physical that is stimulated too roughly. Rough rubs by masculine intentions.

Interactions can be like that. No government but a spew of pushes back and forth, seemingly balanced and reciprocal, except when the exchange ends, there is this sense of loss of the self. Because interactions bring awareness of just how far away from each other we are, how far away the electron is to the nucleus. And the electron works so hard to be everywhere at once. I really dig the electron and love his father, Archangel Metatron. I digress.

It’s so much easier to walk the beach at dawn or be awake when others are sleeping than navigate the constant flow of interactions that are wavering and beyond my command. 

Microcosms of judgment entangled with a charade of underlying needs of self preservation. 

And the glory of fleeting moments of acceptance and love restoring once again the need for all to level, the energies of all the bodies coming to their states of interwoven harmony science describes as homeostasis. 

A movement and rest. 

God creates, then rests. 

We inhale and exhale, then rest. 

The birthing woman contracts, then rests.

There is birth and life, then death. 

And sometimes life, no birth, then death. 

But always rest brings the harmony. It is in the rest, I realize the connection is more than the tiny perception I have of myself. More than death. 

Oh God help us. Let this wonderful beauty of harmony, wrapped in the heart-of-death reach the multitude. Within this death there is life. In the darkness lies the answer, in the fear lies the freedom. Just make it to the other side! Make it to other side of it and the promises made to you and your ancestors will be waiting! There is no grander resolution than the death of the physical body. But greater is the hope that comes from the spark more powerful than a million nukes that ignites at the moment of conception. And perception!!! (God is Great).

And when we know who we are.

I know who I Am. This is the true nature of love and yes, it is the connection! Not interaction. A lot of buzz exploring concepts of non-duality and oneness circulating in a beautiful way, as humanity works to find its way to love promised. Clarity in the Light walking in the Golden Light.

There are many layers of multiplicity so vast that one with a physical body at one end, may never meet the one on the other. Unless awakens the perception and acceptance of the mind to the awakening of the heart, divine love, divine power and divine wisdom within the heart sourced by the higher self in all of its glorious colors. Then we are protected to connect to the great expanse more vast than all of the universes and galaxies and beyond, known and unreachable by our perceptions. Awareness not yet evolved, or the responsibility accepted to step into it, the depth of all. I Am That. Yes, we are. We are That.