Remember who the enemy really is
And do not fight
Each others’ Light.
We are an Emissary of Might
And we do not bewitch the Light
We take it to ourselves and give it height!
That is our strong arm in the might.

Hopefulness
Ia an art to caress;
It is part of our process
To confess
Our worthiness
And our esteem
Might certainly beam
A froth of Light
Which in Essence is our Insight
To become White Light.
And this is our identity spike;
We are the Masters of the Light!

When it is impossible to connect
Can we ever forget
The love hidden in the dark
Which is only a spark
And which can never regret?
It is a statement of heart
From which we never depart
But our consequence brings
Many a chain reaction of things
To enlighten and swing
Dark matter which stings.
It is a pattern without wings.
Never cling
To the destruction of these things.
It is the word that brings to light
Every harbour and jurisdiction which is right
We are in Essence, the proverbial might
Which sets things right;
Go for the gold
And forget to hold
The strings of spite.
Then you will escape the dark places of the night.

Home is where we go
When we don’t want to be alone;
It is a shift
Of consciousness to lift
Our artificial case
To another space.
It is a system of interface
To replace
A newly found
Sound
Into the ground;
Turn it around-
We are the ground
In thought
Which takes us to knot
The impeccable spot
In Time and plot
Our reversible space
And all over the place
We are a hidden Grace.
We are the formation of space
In Higher Grace.
Go within and find this place.
Meditation clears this space.

Our fear-based society
Is not a Soul of Propriety;
It is guided by a variety
Of pain
Which seeks solely to blame
The other in our worldwide system of shame;
It is such a game.
Do we not all realize the shame
Blame
And victimization game
Is not for the sane?
It is a purpose of pain
In which we all gain
The image of pain
And for that, we are to blame,
For no system of gain
Can ever complain
Of wisdom in our frame
Of loss
At what cost?
Be the brain;
Don’t put on blame
And don’t be insane.
It is inane.
Colour us a new frame.