SNOWED IN BY A NW FREEZING WIND… THINKING OF A SATURATION OF HOPE ONCE THIS PASSING FREEZE HAS ENDED… THIS…

LATTER RAIN

LIMITLESS

In this Season of frozen expectations-

Paused…

In this winter breeze, cold, fridged and Still.

But STILL, I feel that everything is preparing for my arrival.

Building;

Heaping;

Thrusting upon Today the Blessing held in Time, waiting;

Waiting for the breath of a promise of a refreshing, a reviving, a realizing of something beautiful come to Life…

A Promise revived in the falling of an everlasting-

Latter Raindrops…

Some say True Love is a Fantasy. Some say it lays hidden where the Imaginations are aloft in the Clouds… I say I have found a place I have sought for… I have overcome the Lies FEAR, of betrayal has imprinted its singeing scares upon Flesh, Now mended, and Finally…

SAFE…

LIMITLESS

Feeling blessed to be able to stay and lay in your hands my heart to Rest.

Trust has been difficult for me-

My heart, hidden behind insecurities while Life reaches in unlocking Me…

Learning through the Day,

that perception is seen,

A reflection of Me;

Now I see the flowed Perfection that is Me…

I hand you my most Value kept in this possession,

Valuable and fragile..,

This part of Me…

The Trust we’ve built freed me from the Cells of,

LONELY.

In Your hands, my Heart finally rests protected-

A whisper is heard in rhythmic beats soothing,

Saying..,

“Hold Me…”

“Finally I’m where I want to be…”

SAFE…

Shaped by the Flames of Day…

Molded in Ambitions Flames…

LIMITLESS

The wind presses against the flint. A hardened stone, an invaded posture. It rips through with a cold-hearted arsenal of Truth. Self and its assigned Ego defenders take Flight.

Submission is required to assure victory in this battle for belief.

Resting in the arms of the one that Fights for me in this whirlwind of purifying Flames.

The Wind fiercely bombards the inner gates shaking the foundation to this Soul-

Earthquakes-

The Earth in me shakes in delightful fear.

The Liquid Essence of Soul Vibrates with the frequency of the blessed…

The Wind is the Test.

Testing the fortitude of the Soul anchored to the Spirit free to engage in the reconstruction of this contrived heart…

The Shaking, the purging Flames of Life purify this new Life perspective point of View, viewing the reflections found in everyday situations reflect the inner vision broadcasted in repeated consciousness.

This Awesomeness paints with the passions found in the detail of Self…

Learning to acknowledge Every good that arises from the pressurized flames found in each Moment, found in each Day.

A chance to grow, a chance to better Self…

A chance to Live,

Carpe Deim!

“Time is of THE Essence…”

There is a Beautiful stillness of Morning… So Still. So Silent… I lay still listening as She welcomes Me…

MORNINGS’ BEAUTY

LIMITLESS

Looking through Mornings’ haze I see the glare of Life…

So..,

Taunting;

Taunting me to arise from the ashes of yesterday.

Agitating melodies of Life breaks forth stirring up a dormant silence…

The Canvas beckons me to step into the hands of Today…

To Embrace Her…

To scribe upon Her the flashes of Lifes vibrant, colorful, decisions…

Wisdom embraces me gently soothing my educated experience;

Teaching me the values of each Gift Life presents.

Each moment in Time…

She teaches me to understand that Time bends to them that wield its continuous melody.

Using it to form a symphonic vibration woven into each Day…

Woven into the poetic breezes of,

TODAY

Stacking the pieces together too form a Great desire. Striving to satisfy an inner drive too SEE the Vision Completed; Almost seems..,

Never Ending…

LIMITLESS

A Congestion of thoughts rise in mingaled priority.

I must assemble this cluster of purposeful inspiration…

I WANT IT ALL!

“PATIENCE”

Is commanded upon the Wings of Wisdom…

This cool breeze holds the atmosphere of Sucesses’ Secrets.

“PATIENCE”

Again is heard in midnight heart beats where this Dream speaks its Strongest desire..,

“DON’T FORGET ME…!”

“WHEN, the darkness of doubt creeps over the hills of tomorrow.”

“CLING TO ME”

My Dream speaks…

Yielding to the firvuer of Hopes call.

Clinging to the plow,

Looking not Back!

I forge ahead…