Warriors’ Freedom
What we are supposed to do
- I do not
What we are not expected to
- I do
Wherever we are steered to go
- I stay
Whenever we are told to stay
- I go
When our attention is drawn to the right
- I choose the wrong
When the masses are herded one direction
- I choose another
not out of the need to be different
rather lonely looking for truths
far from sight unnoticed I stalk
beyond the comfort zone
shall I cross until I understand
what kind of force controls my mind
who is behind drawing the circumscrib
what poisionious inheritance
confines the circumference
confiscating uncharted land
where truth resides dismantled and plain
obvious for those courageous enough to sustain
uncomfortable answers to the question why
will I go while the rest stays in place
towards my freedom of expression
the freedom to be the magnitude of who I am
- to do what excites me
- to go where I rather be
roving infinitive ways
stalking shadowy trace
farther to expand
into arrows of light
might get thee dark ones hence
transformed into multicolored rays
of impeccable action and intent
fearlessly brave
touching any enemy I see
as unfaced shadows eager to be free
knowing any enemy to be
unknown portions of me
Divine is my mother
Purpose of restorement
is now unfolding
present in every
human mind
minor steps
of human kind
please your selfs
restore thy hearts
body-wise
I am forever
intact
well intentioned
ideas explored
Restless hearts
I am intact
body-wise
Replace your trust
in my purpose
everything
is in a state of becoming
Yet
I am that I am
forever
everywhere
Your mother I am fine
Rediscover Earth
as a safe and
splendid place
Recollect your
memories again
Re-member
I am fine
Honor your body
as a divine place
to dwell in a
living temple
and thereby
honor me
Those of you
who are in alignment
with enlightment
will be safe
those of you
who change
will stay
and those who aren't
willing
to make that move
will go
I assure you
there will be oppurtunities
for all
to make
necessary arrangements
listen carefully
I am your mother
I am fine
It is time
for rejuval
retreaval is now
beginning to show
its presence in
every human mind
this kind
of oppurtunity so long
awaited
is here
it is time
to let go
for those
unwilling to change
I will stir my waters
I will shake my bones
I will send my voice
I will throw my thunder
unleash my purpose
of renewed honor
will I embrace
those of you
who choosed to stay
will a promise
of restored youth
and dignity
as my children
never to be harmed
or left behind
is the kind
of change
so long
awaited
as your mother
I am fine
My True Nature
Whatever you think I am
- I am more
Your incapability of receiving
more of who I am
reflects your limitations
- not mine
Whoever you think I am
- I am less
Your capability of dressing
me in layers of clothings
mirrors your prejudices
- not mine
When my light is hidden
you cannot see me
no matter how many flashlights
beaming my direction
- my beauty is invisible
I will remain undetected
I am the wind above
I am the mud below
I am the fire within
I am the water beyond
I am the love behind
In order to discover my abundance
my excuberent beauty
a complete self recognition is necessary
a new interpretation
of true selfhood is required
because
You cannot hear my voice
by listening with your ears only
while the rest of the body is numb
You cannot discover my scent
by smelling with your nose only
while your heart is closed
You cannot see my true nature
by looking with your eyes only
while the soul is not at home
You cannot touch my body
unless you feel
safe enough to merge
You cannot understand my expressions
unless you love
yourself enough to identify
You cannot follow me
unless you trust
your identity enough
to set your spirit free
because I am
a queen with no name
a king with no crown
a nation without borders
I am the celebration of grace,
the creation of beauty,
the ever expanding field of beingness,
I am the fire of all, the love for every.
Beloved Son
What wondrous calculation,
what spectacular administration
within the cosmic mind,
brought you and me together
so precisely in the fabrics of time
how long did we have to wait
until both of us were ready to leave
our concluded tasks and locations
for yet another conjunction,
until the coordination points
of traversing line
called one another,
what kind of correspondance
preceeded such incline
what well-chosen dictation were at hand
able to pinpoint this tiny fleeting moment
on the frequency band,
this master plan of idea construction,
indeed and undoubtebly divine,
of sensational living
through the seasons of earthly land
This I wonder, beloved son,
as we share this precious ordinary living,
all days, and I, on rare occasions
are permitted to look into
your eyes and have a glimpse
of your private universe, reflecting
portions of you are
all ways, some place else
where I do not belong
your present corporeal expression
is but a fraction of your greater self
how grateful I am to have been granted
the honor of being your mother,
this time. We are here.
