Is There Any Escape From The Trail of Tears...

Slip into a cave of delights;

The darkness excels the brightness of joy.

Solitude; self; it.

See through the dark; glimmers upon still waters lead to green pastures.

See them.

Spite all defiance against their lightening stances...

Stay there.

Belong to; disappear into the night; the escape.

Seperated

From your source...

You grew from a seed and an egg...leave it.

You became an orchid from dandelions with the "help of angels...."

That womb and you remain...retain it...means much.

My braveheart beats every day and remains....for every day, for every tear that has ever flowed....

My God I love Thee, and you!

Some Bonds Cannot Be Broken...

Bound in the spirit world; es therefore inseparable...

Some bonds; i.e., connections can neva b broken...

You find that something....within someone or thing you've been searching for;

That four-leafed clover; that shooting star whereupon all  of you're wildest dreams came true...

That is the one you will never let go of inside the blood that runs through your heart...

That which keeps you alive...your spirit, life, history, heritage, stories...untold of on this land.

It = life
or Love; that creates all life....

Remember You R Dust: 2 Dust U Shall Return

Have you anything; one cubit of effort; thought; love; affection; or creativity toward your own creation?

You just became....

The Most High; without any influence; Haha; made you out of "dust", basically.

However; His "dust" is magic....

It is all that equates to Love; light; waves; breezes; kisses; laughter; Hope; beauty; ethereal mysticism that saves the worlds we are in between.

So...being "dust" is not a low position being that belonging to and loved the most by The Most High; and returning to it is nothing to fear;  but something to look forward to....

The greatest adventure of all...Hold on!

Ink

The Best Is Not Alwayz Recognized As Tha Best

Who receives honor? Mention? Medals? Millions?

Those that are chosen? The best?

Gutter rat homeless poets I have met in my mind are better than the great poets published in history books, taught in college courses and their mementos sought for sight by millions in great museums.

Soo...why the chosen?

Ironic blessing? Like a flower, of a field of many colors, sizes, shapes, organized chaos es of creativity; all beautiful in their own way; picked...perhaps

for absolutely no particular reason, but one; just because...

and that is what makes it special.

Because, of it's intention to be displayed in the vase of the bride of The Most High as a token of His love.

Love Falls Where It May

The Force; that keeps and creates all life exceeds every race, age and gender...

Like a snowflake falling upon the perfect "Frosty the Snowman"...thy cry of thy desires of childhood dreams...

That perfect addition that falls and perforates,  that creates the perfect piece of art..as the perfect snowman as a child, one could hope that adulthood  perfect love could that will incorporate that :)

Cannot childhood dreams and adult inadequacies become one?

Love is love...like everything...it's shades of the most intricate, beautiful, complicated  work of art of the most unknown, unhonored artist...in this world only. Beyond, is what dreams are made of...those that smell of pastries and things you feel not guilty of :)