Even the Rain is Kind - It's NOT!

Rain=Pain; conjures; ignites all...necessary?

Heart staking Crucifixion for redemption; salvation and growth.

As without warmth and love; beat; tears; waterfalls upon thine intricate exotic features.

Supposed to?

How does a flower grow, but being beat down by the cold tears of the Most High.

They are His tears...knowing what you don't...

Only cold for His pain with flaming love for your endurance and life...

Think it don't bend and sometimes break?

Survival of the fittest?

Blossom abounds to those who endure the rain and wait for the sun to come; after the morning dew of the dying pain...

Light must come...Sonlight...

Unspoken of strength.

Otherwise, life will cease, every kind...in every way...one day.

But then again...life, equaling - love...never dies.

Even in the coldest death, comes the warmest life you'll eva know.

Imagination

The mind runs like a train in the night.

Unstoppable force;  thunderstorms of thoughts, distortions and magnetism.

East to west is the extension.

Severe energy let's all in that are "ideas".

Smoke and mirrors, or truths.

Images; art; life is conjured; lofty; yet; God-lik.

Words, thoughts...

"The power of heaven and hell lies within the power of thy tongue  (Love, GOD).

and...to thyself, thy mind.

Reading black and white; believe or deny, fool or Brave?

Imagination is a gift.

Use it wisely for thy benefit and that of humankind.

Childlike - remember when? For the lucky, or young at heart or mind, or the re-born :)

New; magic;

Still believe in falling stars;

Believe, no...yet wish upon; yes.  This is one cubit of what imagination is...

Belief in the unbelievable.

Believe....

There Are No Words

Jesus, talk to my heart. In words that I cannot hear, but I know them more.

Silence

Peace rests upon nothing. That which revives mystic visions. Those that expose the values within thine heart.

Desires; empty as a canyon, yet full as a philosophical truth.

Favor; the nothing; the quiet spot.

Alone?

No; just you and ?

The sweetest song may play in silence.

The opposite; potential madness.

Silence...Is.

Simplicity; wishes lie there.

The truth's are revealed.

Your destiny becomes apparent in the tenderest nothing where you are.

That escape; where that which has is causing cuts; is disintegrated.

Silence is priceless; and free!

Is that the same?

The Powa of Love

Inside my heart; lies  a soul; dandelion children blow in the winds of change inside life's breath as wishes of forever love.

Fucking extremities that will leave you clinging by a single membrane of muscle and crushed bone; repaired and strengthened by that of a split apart's brave, survivor heart.

Metamorphosis; realms of beyond comprehension of what is change???

In between worlds.

We will remain; intertwined, eternally.