The most wonderful thing about writing is that you can literally write whatever you want.
Any shape and form is acceptable.
You choose.
Have fun!
That is at least what I see as the beautiful shapes that form letters appear on my screen.
I feel so content when I write.
It´s uncanny.
It´s just something else that I rarely, if never, use to experience, except when I am writing, just like this.
Like a flower in the spring, you show me colours that feel so free, and yet I drown in the water of everlasting sun.
Give me the strength, I thought to myself, and you looked at me with the gooey eyes, telling me you ain´t a saint.
I fly with the river, the hawk and the critter, so don’t be surprised when I show at the dock.
The purpose of life is what it has to be, as we flow through the waves of everlasting being.
I know in my heart what I want to be, but is it truly what I now can really see?
I search through the limelight, of what they really mean, I try to comprehend the meaning of these things.
I want to feel your love, I want you in my heart.
Please forgive, and please make it stop.
I need sometime to think,
I am… and so are you.
So excuse me if I may,
I have to get to truth!
The scrambling,
the feeling, I have inside.
Is all encompassing.
It´s all I ever knew.
Nothing more is needed,
´cause I know the truth.
As the sky went blank, the horizon showed it’s face, and we were all in unity.
Roaming through the stars when I fall asleep, searching for some allies across the bluest phase.
I petition for forgiveness for all the hurt that came, for all the stains of anger, and all the truths we knew.
Across the dimensions, through time space reality, I forgive myself, and I forgive you.
Embody the Love once and for all. Never forget, never be small. The Love, the Love is the cure!
Rhythm of Life, I feel all across my body.
Like a lingering light, wanting to cross over,
to the other side of existence,
to somewhere where it’s bright.
Light is the remedy,
I was told it was all it meant to be loved,
and I wonder, if I did or if I did not,
still Im here waiting for it to come.
The circle encloses in infinity of my mind, and yours in my hand.
Creation did happen, and oh, it was so Pure!
Forgive me for saying it was all it ever could.
Reach through my body of everlasting Light,
now I´m home, now I will suffice.
The Mystical Poet