Willing my universal Mind, unfold truth from the light bright sun, upon my blue dome of, in the heavens. for He has all knowledge. a rose arising, coming sow thy golden autumn will sing messages, which are to him, an anointing from the high Holy One. He knows no limitations. He who has not ears of the soul to hear, crucifies genius. Tis test of genius is crucifixion. The reward of genius is immortality. Whom man crucifies does he glorify with immortality. Genius sires know thy self. This glory of genius is instinctual. Genius knows not the taint of arrogance for words come being thinking spark fire light arrows creating moving motion. Tis genius has all knowledge within himself. Inspiration will unlock the doors of all knowledge by creation. for All knowledge exists in its entirety in all the you in verse. All knowledge, being universal, exists breathing I. The universe is omniscient, omnipotent, happily, joyfully, omnipresently, me. my ...
I call a scene into being, From the unseen sight, Bringing forth eyes that brighten my light, I believe its you the one for the Sun, Who God created for me, His unique One. For this beautiful sign knowing seeds proceeding, Agreeing sub consciously to my dream breathing. Feeling the heir and vibrating clear, My moon Titan singing into ear. I call a scene into being, From unseen sight, Bringing forth eyes that brighten my light. I believe it’s you, the one for the Sun, Whom God created as His unique One. A beautiful sign, seeds proceeding, Aligning with my dream, breathing and leading. Feeling the heir, vibrations clear, My moon, my Titan, singing into, ringing ear.
Looking for a thought that fits like a key, Opening doors subconsciously. Being in illusion yet creating reality, For the experience and the thrill prettily. To my day, inviting the way to follow, Revealing plans of gains tomorrow. Showering gifts like rains of love, Upon the son from high above. --- In the quiet spaces of my mind, A thought emerges, so perfectly aligned. It slips into the lock, turns with ease, Opening doors to possibilities. In the dance between illusion and real, I craft the world with a touch surreal. For in the play of dreams and light, I breathe in joy, pure bright. Today, I walk a path well shown, Guided by what the mind has sown. Tomorrow’s gains, I craftly laid, In stories told of plans well made. From the gifts of love ascend, Like gentle rains, they never en...
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