I’m the Inspired Consciousness,
A dream, existing in Love,
Lately accused of Happiness,
Waiting to unite with my God.
Attempting, to dissolve My Self,
Foundation, of the Superior Mind,
Precious substance, Organic Element,
A sacred linkage, soon to be found.
Symphony, of the blended ingredients,
Vibrating gently, gluing hearts,
Convincing, the words of the voiceless,
To appear, crafting raw sound.
The one, that appeases emptiness,
Helping you, become truly unbound,
Filling souls, with tickling freshness,
Calmness, of the ocean that drowns.
Cherish, the tenderness of the Magnificent,
Mother, you’re my guide, my heart,
Can’t you see, we’re all equivalent?
Can you tell, the state of one’s Art?
The Dream of Love
“Love your fellow human as yourself.” 19:18
The Wind of yesterday,
Got me to today,
Time is not passing,
It’s fading away,
I solicited God,
The Noblest Pray,
With all my heart,
The virtuous way.
All seem distant,
Time irrelevant,
Lost in the moment,
Loved in this instant.
In the depth of my Soul,
Dissolving in Space,
Away from the known.
It’s Wisdom from Grace.
Nature is Harmony,
One Unique Sense,
Interconnectedness, Trinity,
Truthfulness, I enhance.
Down in the Cosmic Hole,
I went to the Beyond,
Time Collapses,
With Him, I correspond.
The Wind of Time
“Renew, you’re not late.”
Methods of greed, isolating kins,
Building walls, separating friends,
Snatching truths, from fearful hearts,
Addictive juice, to set us apart.
Provoking extremes, weakening our faith,
Ripping our fabric, a ruthless chase,
Seismic annihilation, about to unroll,
Justified unjustified, miseries to unfold.
Nutrition to ache, from constant deprivation, Entertainment to enslave, delaying Destinations,
Money to graves, deliberate our isolation,
Worldly mistakes, destroying entire nations.
Symmetric stakes, hoping I’m wrong,
Redemption, Salvation, words to be told,
Back to your Sense, prevent the fall,
Back to the Truth, Peace with the Whole.
What did you inherit?
Where is your Merit?
Isn’t it just a distraction?
You have a Beautiful Spirit.
Back to the Truth
“Don’t let your desires become your masters.”
The’m the Art.
Art holds no identity,
No religion, no race,
No gender, no ethnicity,
No background, no trace.
Be Art—become Art,
Transform, evolve, and breathe.
You are the masterpiece you seek,
I am the fabuleux chef d’œuvre—
A vision made tangible, yet unclear.
Be Love.
Art should provoke you, shock you,
Leave you consumed, confused, yet found.
You’re such a piece of Art!
My Love.
Art
“Can I heal you with my Love?”
