Moonlight Tears

Drenched in thought eyes wince away the light of darkness.

Whispering winds caress the empty space that knows no boundary.

Intelligent brushes paint pictures of an unexplored landscapes.

As the canvas remains blank starring into the mirror.

Waiting to catch its own reflection in the stillness of water.

Tears of the moon fall into the ocean trying to capture the moment.

LKCP2KXIII

Wordz

Words...

Are they harmless?
To Spell...if only we could fathom.

And what do the darkest hours bring? 

That aha moment of light bulbs...changes worlds.

We live on the circles crust failing to reach deep,
 into it's obsidian center of ourselves. 

Internally we wander into the moonlight inhaling her auric  cynders.
Seeking the pages hidden deep within eternal heartbeats ...

Spelling...words.

LKCP2KXIII

Modern Archeologist

We have already reached a point in our times that there really is nothing left on earth to discover externally, but there is a vast space inside our beings for all of us to discover.

When there is no mystery left, and all the veils have been lifted then there is no other direction but evolving and transmuting our selves to the next level.

You are your own archeologist...

Dig wisely.

-LKCP2KXII-

Violet Auras

Tick tocking of clocks shattering imagination, the violet children protecting the realms...

Silent screams fill the air nature belows the flames of drumming eares receptors of the call.

There they sit on pillars at the edges of the universes eternalness expansion of consciousness...

Infinite quest of truths to questions that will never be answered... only revealed.

Revealed to the ear with a thirst for the beyond, the broader spectrum of Luna & Sol...

Embodied in the self aware of where it now stands...in the now holding time in its palms.

Following the starmap written within its plateau, the voices of seers emerge from the depths of transparency to guide the will of the aspired seeker.

When two halves become whole and one becomes all...

All becomes silence...awaiting their next call.

LKCP2KXIII

Strumming Lights

Ears drumming immortal sounds of space time continums.

Humming into theta states listening to the strumming sounds of light passing.

Rhythmic seers planting seeds within hoping to one day sow blossoms...

Night becomes day, clarity fades into the shadows...births of new formations in cellular structure.

Progressive? Have we fused old world knowledge with present technologies...we have yet to erase the thin lines between religion & science.

Yet there is still no accepted manual on how to open ones...

Third eyelid, for most are not ready to see true light...and its mystery remain unsolved...

in order for its continuous.

Evolution.

LKCP2KXIII

Halls

Was it I reflected in her iris in his image, and all images reflected the self that once stood beyond Jacobs ladder.

Stepping into 13 dimensional hyper cosmology and 7 levels of space to infinite skies above Saturn's rings.

The 7 centers illuminations spherical auras, incantations of the sacred 9 & 9 equation of 108 chanting pentacles in the circle of life.

Dragon lines grid the planets ring of fire, while magnetic fields remain distorted migrations flock to dying sunsets...the blood moon rises over vallies.

LKCP2KXIII