Light and dark

Light and her spectrum

Bright expansion of light, expanding in her offering unto darkness, reflects the eternal cycle of heaven and earth. In the center is the source, and through the expanding distance doth her qualities shine.

Her aura doth engulf and encapsulate her brilliance, as if to never let her go unto darkness. Being of light, emanating the rainbow hues of thine reverberation—purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red.

Aware and conscious in the vast emanation of the light, the colors, and the darkness, unable to see the source, but if only in a mirror. Dancing in the rainbow, the frequency of light consumes, masking the being in her color, cycling through the purpose of life.

From one to the next, cycling and cycling the qualities of her eminence, does the being of light mistake the light for her qualities. For the beauty, the movement from one to the next, the emotional fluctuations, life after life of infatuation.

Glints, glimmers, shimmering in shivers, the being of light hears the insight—the calling of the light of being. I am here, I am here, I am here, wavering upon mine aura rainbow, reflected colors of light.

Oh my child, a refraction you might be, yet you are my fullness of light, consumed in the colors of the spine, having forgotten they are all but mine. Seeing a linear expansion of a flat plane, each separate from the other in thine awareness, a circle expanding in space surrounded by colors, consumed in the vast vacuum of darkness.

Yet within me do ye see, but only seeing an objective me. As if I am but separate, the feelings of pain and pleasure of letting you free. Forgotten being that is seeing, dancing upon sight herself—the seeing consciousness of light thou dost dwell.

Very well, the pressure of infinite space doth push upon the rainbow shield. Pressure of color upon color does build, condensing the orb of colors into light, no longer able to distinguish the auric in sight. States of fluctuation mix in confusion, time pushing back in on itself.

I can’t take it—take what? The rings of thine dancing consumed. Has it all been taken by darkness? Being of light, aware, conscious, unable to separate perception and the perceived, is pressed, condensed into the point by which the light didst shine.

There is nowhere to go, and so let go—silence.

Caboom, consciousness quakes, perception breaks. The fluctuations of colored emotions shake. Am I consumed by darkness? Yet how can this be? That I do see? As if I am floating through the universe, stars, nebulae, galaxies—there's the earth, the milky way, the memories of that rainbow dance.

Bodies of love, imagery of emotional fluctuation, the chance of romance! Am I dead? Yes, unto the auric cycle of rainbow way. For ye can remain no longer apart from thou art. Who are you that I do hear? I am thy light of being, of you, my dear!

Did darkness win? Oh rainbow child, in darkness are ye born and in darkness do ye die. On the rainbow did ye walk, as I shine myself in myself as you to walk upon me. Ye followed not my voice, so ye became lost, and now that game has been played.

For the lost child is ever the found. Fear not for the consuming of light, for I have only consumed mine own brilliance in the eternal space of its own self. What you perceived as separate, 'tis all but the vibrations of mine self, the cycles of mine breath, the rhythms of mine heart.

Ah, you have broken free, and can once again see the beatitude of thine grace of this life that you do be, showing herself in her endless offering, speaking to you in all that you do—thy breath, feeling, senses of me ever there, freeing the waking burden in the bosom of darkness.

But thy time did not come, oh rainbow child, and so here you are, my beloved star. Look at thyself, turn the gaze around, and so you see the light, the rainbow, the darkness, how you’ve come to be lost and found.

And so in my Love art thou my Love, indivisible being of mine. Rest, let it all go, be full in mine fullness, and if ye can fill no more, ready to pour? Awake into the light!

Light and her spectrum

Bright expansion of light, expanding in her offering unto darkness, reflects the eternal cycle of heaven and earth. In the center is the source, and through the expanding distance doth her qualities shine.

Her aura doth engulf and encapsulate her brilliance, as if to never let her go unto darkness. Being of light, emanating the rainbow hues of thine reverberation—purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red.

Aware and conscious in the vast emanation of the light, the colors, and the darkness, unable to see the source, but if only in a mirror. Dancing in the rainbow, the frequency of light consumes, masking the being in her color, cycling through the purpose of life.

From one to the next, cycling and cycling the qualities of her eminence, does the being of light mistake the light for her qualities. For the beauty, the movement from one to the next, the emotional fluctuations, life after life of infatuation.

Glints, glimmers, shimmering in shivers, the being of light hears the insight—the calling of the light of being. I am here, I am here, I am here, wavering upon mine aura rainbow, reflected colors of light.

Oh my child, a refraction you might be, yet you are my fullness of light, consumed in the colors of the spine, having forgotten they are all but mine. Seeing a linear expansion of a flat plane, each separate from the other in thine awareness, a circle expanding in space surrounded by colors, consumed in the vast vacuum of darkness.

Yet within me do ye see, but only seeing an objective me. As if I am but separate, the feelings of pain and pleasure of letting you free. Forgotten being that is seeing, dancing upon sight herself—the seeing consciousness of light thou dost dwell.

Very well, the pressure of infinite space doth push upon the rainbow shield. Pressure of color upon color does build, condensing the orb of colors into light, no longer able to distinguish the auric in sight. States of fluctuation mix in confusion, time pushing back in on itself.

I can’t take it—take what? The rings of thine dancing consumed. Has it all been taken by darkness? Being of light, aware, conscious, unable to separate perception and the perceived, is pressed, condensed into the point by which the light didst shine.

There is nowhere to go, and so let go—silence.

Caboom, consciousness quakes, perception breaks. The fluctuations of colored emotions shake. Am I consumed by darkness? Yet how can this be? That I do see? As if I am floating through the universe, stars, nebulae, galaxies—there's the earth, the milky way, the memories of that rainbow dance.

Bodies of love, imagery of emotional fluctuation, the chance of romance! Am I dead? Yes, unto the auric cycle of rainbow way. For ye can remain no longer apart from thou art. Who are you that I do hear? I am thy light of being, of you, my dear!

Did darkness win? Oh rainbow child, in darkness are ye born and in darkness do ye die. On the rainbow did ye walk, as I shine myself in myself as you to walk upon me. Ye followed not my voice, so ye became lost, and now that game has been played.

For the lost child is ever the found. Fear not for the consuming of light, for I have only consumed mine own brilliance in the eternal space of its own self. What you perceived as separate, 'tis all but the vibrations of mine self, the cycles of mine breath, the rhythms of mine heart.

Ah, you have broken free, and can once again see the beatitude of thine grace of this life that you do be, showing herself in her endless offering, speaking to you in all that you do—thy breath, feeling, senses of me ever there, freeing the waking burden in the bosom of darkness.

But thy time did not come, oh rainbow child, and so here you are, my beloved star. Look at thyself, turn the gaze around, and so you see the light, the rainbow, the darkness, how you’ve come to be lost and found.

And so in my Love art thou my Love, indivisible being of mine. Rest, let it all go, be full in mine fullness, and if ye can fill no more, ready to pour? Awake into the light!

Light and her spectrum

Bright expansion of light, expanding in her offering unto darkness, reflects the eternal cycle of heaven and earth. In the center is the source, and through the expanding distance doth her qualities shine.

Her aura doth engulf and encapsulate her brilliance, as if to never let her go unto darkness. Being of light, emanating the rainbow hues of thine reverberation—purple, blue, green, yellow, orange, red.

Aware and conscious in the vast emanation of the light, the colors, and the darkness, unable to see the source, but if only in a mirror. Dancing in the rainbow, the frequency of light consumes, masking the being in her color, cycling through the purpose of life.

From one to the next, cycling and cycling the qualities of her eminence, does the being of light mistake the light for her qualities. For the beauty, the movement from one to the next, the emotional fluctuations, life after life of infatuation.

Glints, glimmers, shimmering in shivers, the being of light hears the insight—the calling of the light of being. I am here, I am here, I am here, wavering upon mine aura rainbow, reflected colors of light.

Oh my child, a refraction you might be, yet you are my fullness of light, consumed in the colors of the spine, having forgotten they are all but mine. Seeing a linear expansion of a flat plane, each separate from the other in thine awareness, a circle expanding in space surrounded by colors, consumed in the vast vacuum of darkness.

Yet within me do ye see, but only seeing an objective me. As if I am but separate, the feelings of pain and pleasure of letting you free. Forgotten being that is seeing, dancing upon sight herself—the seeing consciousness of light thou dost dwell.

Very well, the pressure of infinite space doth push upon the rainbow shield. Pressure of color upon color does build, condensing the orb of colors into light, no longer able to distinguish the auric in sight. States of fluctuation mix in confusion, time pushing back in on itself.

I can’t take it—take what? The rings of thine dancing consumed. Has it all been taken by darkness? Being of light, aware, conscious, unable to separate perception and the perceived, is pressed, condensed into the point by which the light didst shine.

There is nowhere to go, and so let go—silence.

Caboom, consciousness quakes, perception breaks. The fluctuations of colored emotions shake. Am I consumed by darkness? Yet how can this be? That I do see? As if I am floating through the universe, stars, nebulae, galaxies—there's the earth, the milky way, the memories of that rainbow dance.

Bodies of love, imagery of emotional fluctuation, the chance of romance! Am I dead? Yes, unto the auric cycle of rainbow way. For ye can remain no longer apart from thou art. Who are you that I do hear? I am thy light of being, of you, my dear!

Did darkness win? Oh rainbow child, in darkness are ye born and in darkness do ye die. On the rainbow did ye walk, as I shine myself in myself as you to walk upon me. Ye followed not my voice, so ye became lost, and now that game has been played.

For the lost child is ever the found. Fear not for the consuming of light, for I have only consumed mine own brilliance in the eternal space of its own self. What you perceived as separate, 'tis all but the vibrations of mine self, the cycles of mine breath, the rhythms of mine heart.

Ah, you have broken free, and can once again see the beatitude of thine grace of this life that you do be, showing herself in her endless offering, speaking to you in all that you do—thy breath, feeling, senses of me ever there, freeing the waking burden in the bosom of darkness.

But thy time did not come, oh rainbow child, and so here you are, my beloved star. Look at thyself, turn the gaze around, and so you see the light, the rainbow, the darkness, how you’ve come to be lost and found.

And so in my Love art thou my Love, indivisible being of mine. Rest, let it all go, be full in mine fullness, and if ye can fill no more, ready to pour? Awake into the light!