Cindy J.M.S

A question to ask, to wrap around one's head
Dressed in white, fade to black
The second I raise, I forget
In the valley of the deep
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Through depths I roam with you by my side
No stone unturned, no place to hide
The purest light, we are one
This is where I belong
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Sight has been restored after touching the root
Seeing all within me twice
To be as one we need to sacrifice
That what has been outdated
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Walk through the fires of hell untouched
Burn the flesh evaporate bone
Till there is one realization
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Have we not been there before
At the foot of the lake not being able to swim
Out of fear that we may reach the shore
Turning around without getting wet
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We go left, we go right, but we always end up in the middle
So tell me what’s the use in fighting anymore
The fear behind the thought keeps the wall intact
It cannot be broken with force, look at your head
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Do not stand at my grave for I shall not be there
Grieve not the bones that once held my flesh
For they nourish only the earth
In your heart let my voice be heard
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Dancing through the past on cobblestone paths
Trees whisper memories of hearts
A melody taken by beauty that soothes
The sight of loss
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God Knows God

Where there is understanding and acceptance there is peace
When I look into your eyes I see the universe untouched by past or by deed
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Silence speaks a continues whisper
For us to flow on its melody
A peaceful leading of way
Instead of struggling against
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Dark Poetry of the soul
With a golden glow
Igniting the beastly corners
Of the Basement
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Tears fall when touched inside out
A remembering of source
Surrendering all that is
To divine love within
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Evening meditation on the bank
I have left this world
An empty shell filled with spirit
A phoenix rides the air going east
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We speak in silence
Telling the present story
Without saying a word
Anchor down within
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To be without gender
Only spirit I see
The body is but a shell shaped differently
All is one within me
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Projection of intention became distorted
To the point of blindness
Repeatedly walking against a wall
Lighting a spark of red
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To see it twisted
And upside down
Thoughts are like snakes
See where they go
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Gone are the days when I slept in silence
Gone are the days when I wept
Have there been hollow promises
Many to count
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Time has come to surrender, to lay myself to rest
I must confess that I have been walking backwards
Shielded from the light, projecting it through mirrors of Iron
In the blackest of nights
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These are the walking dead
What have you done
Forty-Forty Five
In the past but not forgotten
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