I feel close to Him, when I’m near Her, my soul takes flight.
His presence lingers, a gentle hymn, as She whispers lullabies on the wind on a moonlit night.

I feel on me His gaze in a hidden maze, through forest trees, I find my way.
I see Him smile as Her dawn’s first rays, paints the sky in hues of gold each day.

In Her garden, summer raindrops fall, His tender touch upon my soul.
His presence lingers, a whispered call, as I dance with Her, feeling whole.

Her evening rhythm, a gentle song, paints the sky with hues divine.
His essence, sun’s first rays, strong, as petals sway in Her sacred shrine.

One sunny day, it dawned on me, lost in Her charm, entranced by His ways.
They both are one, one and the same,
God is Nature, and Nature is God’s praise!

So gaze upon the petals, the stars above, and know: in every leaf, in every sod, God’s essence breathes, a boundless love, where Nature’s pulse aligns with the divine nod!

Oh, you child!

Blessed be you are.

Born to be the one who is loved

You were made to be torn apart.

The angels cry and sing your name.

You were made to lose all that you've got.

Everything will be in time.

You are with no reason and no rhyme.

It will reach the depths where hell has not dug.

Your name and all the things you've done.

The world will be at your mercy.

And you will die, that is what you will do.

You will die over and over again.

You will skin what is left of your bones.

For those who will eat you whole and alive.

You will thank them for it you will thank him for it.

You will happily oblige.

Oh our sweet thorn born child.

The kisses and praise will litter your skin like an incurable plague.

You are my favourite.

And you will thank me for it.

-Percy

From when I wake to when I wincke,
The word of God I'le chew like meate;
I'le give Him ev'rie thought I thincke
From when I wake to when I wincke,
And eate the meate, and drincke the drincke,
And thanke my God for what I eate;
From when I wake to when I wincke
The word of God I'le chew like meate.

Do we know where our
time is heading
Where thou the
  Inner-child
Walk with faith
New birth for  both
   God promise land

Spiritual hug hand

  *       *        
 Love Yearning
To be punctual or late
Love of fate
Comes when you
      Arrive
Bluest sky high five
 You take a skin- dive

  Good feeling
  Cure healing
*        *        *
The vibration
What do we know?
  Your in control
Your full body
Godly soul
Holy water dive
What do we know?

Go with the flow
Scenic drive
 Your time to survive
To love- run- or hide
Do we smell a rose
I suppose true love
*        *        *        
Heavenly power
All Mighty
   God above sun eyes glow
New birth celebration show
Your birth or what's now
Wake up call or last shot 
Godly light angelic face 
 
Chosen one rejoice to trace
Embrace your age
Every facet heart of a magnet
Bright sunset you met
Eyes focused all mind-set
  *        *        *
Meditation all healing wet
Godly voice to transform  
But God knows
  *     *     *     *
To envision all conditions
Dressed on a mission
But nothing to confess
Yourself worth in uniform
Somehow you smell the fire  
Darkness feeling a hint of low
But you rise up different world

   *       *        *
Maturing growing
A healing flower blooming*
A cactus of fighting pins
Positive win like a genius

Distant trains still sound alarms,
Blinds are drawn, people yawn,
It's time to call the day.

The sun's turned off,
The moon's turned on,
The stars like pinholes
Blink till dawn.
The animals are bedded
On the farm;
Beneath this counterpane we're warm.

Today our work is done;
Tomorrow worries not begun.
But tonight I'll sleep
Like the seventh son.

Quhat doe yow call a king that's first and sixt?
Yow call him Gods appointed King; King James;
The King of Ireland, Scotland, and England, mixt;
The King of riuers Shannon, Tay, and Thames.
God blesse the King, the faithfull King who claimes
For Christ the King the Ingliche written word,
And lifts the name aboue all other names
VVho is the Lord of euery other lord.
The King of kings, the word that's als a sword
Diuiding soule from spryte as flesh from bone,
Hath made Him selfe with James of one accord,
And plac'd the monarch James upon his throne.
The Booke of James by God is avthoriz'd,
And hath no neede to euer be reviz'd.

Is your mind man manipulated?
Do the stars show you what’s ahead?
Does the weather control your emotion?
Is your life worth a few more years of mine locked?
Pick peace apart
You might just find…

****** ON MY HEAD
AN EVANGELIST’S HIGH
IN THE COMPLEXITY OF GOD’S GIFTS
AND THE LOST OF FREEDOM IN RUINS OF A GARDEN
I’VE GOT
****** ON MY HEAD

God is like a sound,

He's everywhere, wherever --


there is space, He sounds.