In The Milky Way..

Brothers, in arms, charms the heart and soul of the One inside us All… pumping in and out, of hearts to grow fonder, of brothers and sisters found outside our blood lines.. familied, not by same borne, but of similar cloth.. images, of something deeper within, the heart and soul of mankind.. finding, without seeking, that resin eats at the core of another similar soul.. food for thought, of what I Am, and not.. striking a chord, within others on their path, of common threads that at-times keep us apart.. separated, by opinions and perspectives, connected by the same.. forks in roads, of seeking, and seeing outside obstructions that keep us a part.. a part, a monkey wrench thrown into mans’ mechanisms of divide, conquer or destroy.. the steps towards awakening always breaks the machinery, of their forward thinking, of planned strategies, to further mask truths.. and stifled futures… getting in their ways, and hitting brick walls, manipulators have to move on.. to other fish in the sea, not the ones tranquil in their path, of knowing they’re being played.. brothers, sisters, united in their intension to stop playing games at their expense… now, picking the playing, the way it’s played, and the games we’ve been cast into… thrown into the middle of it, not knowing the sideshows taking place.. shows to take sides, and taken for rides…

Not gamers of life, but co-creators of the making better, to all whom care to listen, that programming is for a reason… made, and maintained, long before our arrivals, walking into a life not knowing… looking for bread crumbs left behind, for the potentiality to be found, of finding our Self, and not following beliefs instilled in societies before arriving on this plane.. we are the journey.. passengers, onlookers or becoming our own navigators… allowing our fate and destiny, not defaulting living to others’ obligational unfoldment… layed out, for all to consume, beliefs handed down, from blood-stained hands of religious concubines and politicians with hands corrupted upon their oath to represent the mass… at their inceptions, with no incentive to open doors.. keeping a lid on the raising, of children growing up and out, of their structures and preconditions…

Looking all around, of what’s been going on.. and knowing, by observing, many masquerading parties going on… skies, food, water and vessels, all being tainted by the players of us… and what may be thought or believed.. anchors, weighing us down.. opinions, from haters, now called news try to hold our views.. in their system of corruption.. waves, crashing our brow, splintering groups to keep groups outside their conditioning from growing… storms, brewing inside and out, brought on to stir us up and not together…

we are the rainbows, raising color and hue within humans’ nature… brewing, pouring over, storms and rains produced by the darkened ones, over the sleepy heads, of those that gave seeking up… and the reins to their chariots…

full moon, arrives in Capricorn, to clarify the wheel.. ripples in their fabric, removing veils, right on-que… waves of energy, within the below and from other heavenly bodies orbiting our spheres… releases, let-go’s and arrivals, the tide comes in to take out the garbage beached on stagnate shores… gaining insights, and reflecting their ebb and flow… in sights, sounds, and flights of fanciful deductions, brought on by a higher continuous direction… in their attempts to tie us down, they have loosened the chains of gaining and knowing.. thanks, for nothing.. nothing gained, except loss.. of your imposed constructions… the knowledge to grow in a different direction, void of humans controlling…

a trip to the ocean, and feeling its breeze, calls for the grounding.. in me… Standing, with toes in the sand… Feeling the waves crash on the beach, nudging the heart to pound with its beat… And feeling the sand run around my feet, as the waters rise and recede.. Feeling the coming, of waters rushing in, attached to the salted air.. emotions take hold, as the rush goes out.. to sea, and feel…

Feeling, the sight, smell, and sounds touching and tasting the beauty… Our within wades in her waters… taking a skinny dip.. drenching heart, mind and soul, as the waters re-key… the sovereign locked inside.. seeing the unlocking, in my mind’s eye.. hearing the combination tumble into its rightful place… tasting the saliva brought out by the anticipation… smelling victory of keys being turned…

touches, of feelings, in every sense of our being… breathe in the heir, of a new phase of being… exhalations of all past anchors weighing the downs.. just bobbing, in the wake of her waves, bringing closer the next breathe of life.. just now, and now again, bobbing in the nows… of currents flowing all around, alas, none bringing me down… a survival, of another instinct.. stay in the water, divine presence surrounds you now… bring yours out, to commune into One… to error, is human.. to heir, divine… stay in this flow, to crash, splash or play on all beaches… washed of fear for the body.. history, in the making…

this one, a peace, of humble pie, no solder or warrior… but knowing tactics, conditions of warring states… each walk now, a step, on the prowl, of intentional movements.. each thought that appears, unattached, less the divine extracted, casting the leftovers out… each action, not a reaction, but a cumulative score…

how long, may a single one, walk in a course given, not arranged… ego’s next incision of time, the soul replicas.. stopping, when the time starts for the egotistical maniac… with the knowing.. allows one to always come back to the beach, and stick your toes in the sand… at the oceans hedge…

the beauty breathing in, and filling to capacity, then noticing the spreading of it exhaled all about… sandy shores and shadows gone under foot.. feel the granular impressions your soles make, one of physical, one of spiritual.. impressions, they both make, intake, and feel.. feel the impressions, the sinking, and the sticking holding one in-place… stuck, in the sands of time, and in the passing, as the tide goes out again.. coming in another wave, to breathe deeply again, unstuck by the loosening to walk, upon the next inhalation of Her nature.. and ours… nurturing one another, that it’s okay to swim, when knowing that rip tides exist.. beyond our shore.. dragged-into, when fighting its current, floating harmlessly away, when going with the natural ebb and flow.. just pushed further down the beach, to get up, find your location, and swim again… children within do not tire of such fun, as walks and swimming in nature… naturalized, to want to go within again, and hang out at the beach.. to play, frolic, and grow… making castles in the sand, and splashes in the water, where the turf meets surf, of our waters’ edge….

*Brian

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