tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40918821266514401152024-11-08T07:38:20.247-08:00When the higher incorporates the services of the lower, the lower is tranformed into the nature of the higher...We are the Light:.I AMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248698153466581871noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4091882126651440115.post-50426870140920679922011-10-28T01:21:00.000-07:002011-11-16T02:31:21.048-08:00It starts with…<br /> A <span style="font-size: 130%;">movement</span>. So slight, so <em><span style="color: #ff6600;">pulling</span></em>.<br /> You see it and you raise, contributing a movement of your own.<br /> It’s like so many things…<br /> But you only understand it as a <span style="font-size: 180%;">language.</span><br /> A powerful force that is never disobeyed.<br /> <br /> It tells you when to go, it tells you when to stop.<br /> It dictates your judgment and opens your <strong><span style="color: #ffcc00;">perception</span></strong>.<br /> Then you <span style="color: yellow;">know</span><span style="font-size: 78%;">…</span><br /> Then you <span style="color: yellow;">know</span> what to do…<br /> Then you <span style="color: yellow;">know</span> what to do in the moment<span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>…</strong></span><br /> Kiss,<br /> Kiss,<br /> Grab here<br /> Touch there.<br /> Lick up,<br /> Lick down,<br /> And although no one has ever formally given a universal interpretation of it,<br /> We remain <em><strong><span style="color: #ff6600;">fluent</span></strong></em> in its way.<br /> We know when to look, we know when to look away<br /> and <span style="color: #ffcc00; font-size: 130%;"><strong>focus.</strong></span><br /> <br /> Take it somewhere else and <strong>continue</strong>…<br /> Now she’s under me,<br /> Or should I say we’re riding on <em><span style="color: #ff9900;">gravity</span></em>.<br /> I swing my sword never to kill but to bring life,<br /> So powerful and <span style="font-size: 180%;">illuminating.</span>Before I enter the battlefield I must always<br /> Taste of the fruits for which I fight,<br /> To remind me of its <span style="color: #ff6600;">divinity</span><br /> And if It is gods desire, I will fight to the death and never look back…<br /> This is our language,<br /> <span style="color: yellow;">Watch</span> as I speak to it.<br /> I no longer see because of my connection to it.<br /> But I hear a song, a song of the oceans<br /> With <em>crashing</em> <strong>waves</strong> and <span style="font-size: 130%;">seductive</span> <em>woodwinds</em><br /> I feel it move in my mouth just as the <span style="font-size: 180%;">winds</span> breeze the mountain<strong><span style="color: #ffcc00;">top</span></strong>.<br /> And I <strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">stand</span></strong> at the peak…<br /> Oh but it tells me to slide down…<em>so I slide down</em>,<br /> It says faster, I say I’m to <span style="font-size: 180%;">high</span>, it says faster<br /> So I walk faster…<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><strong>I <em><span style="color: yellow;">talk</span></em> faster</strong></span></span>But never in a rush,<br /> the steps must be even,<br /> Left right, left right, left right, marching…<br /> Rhythm, <span style="font-size: 85%;">rhythm</span>, rhythm, <span style="font-size: 130%;">rhythm</span>,<br /> <span style="font-size: 180%;">Love</span> love <span style="font-size: 78%;">love</span>…<br /> <br /> Maybe this is why my breath smells like hers.<br /> <strong><em>Tastes</em></strong> like hers<br /> Because she is <strong>in</strong> me…<br /> I speaks to it, it yells back.<br /> My tongue moves, yet only her body moves back.<br /> <em>Moves back…</em><br /> My <span style="color: #ff6600;">tongue</span> <span style="color: #ff9900;">moves</span> again as her body moves again<br /> As my <span style="color: #ffcc00;">tongue</span> <span style="color: #ff6600;">moves</span> again and her body moves again<br /> And my <span style="color: yellow;">tongue</span> <span style="color: #ffcc00;">moves</span> again as her body moves again<br /> And her body moves again as my tongue moves again…<br /> <br /> Now she’s lost in a <strong>hurricane</strong> of <em>revolving</em> <span style="font-size: 130%;">energy</span>.<br /> What have I done…what am I <strong><em>doing</em></strong>.<br /> I must save her,<br /> For she is Like a moth being burnt by the <span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong><span style="color: #ff6600;">fl</span><span style="color: #ff9900;">a</span><span style="color: #ffcc00;">m</span><span style="color: yellow;">es</span></strong></span> of <em><span style="font-size: 180%;">desire</span></em>,<br /> don’t go into the light…but she tells me that the light is calling,<br /> Louder and louder, <span style="font-size: 130%;">magnetism</span> draws her near to it<br /> And I take a <strong>deep</strong> breathe only to be poisoned by an overflow of emotion<br /> It takes me to explore its b<span style="color: #ff9900;">ene</span>volence and though I’m afraid,<br /> It tastes so good…the light is touching her and I swallow its forces.<br /> She’s on fire. <strong><span style="font-size: 130%;">Burning</span></strong>. Burning…<span style="color: yellow; font-size: 85%;">Burning</span>.<br /> I look up at her and I see the flames getting brighter<br /> As she looks down and says it’s almost over<br /> As if being struck by <em>lightning</em>,<br /> And liking it…<br /> <br /> It has subsided,<br /> But I tell her..<br /> it is not <em><span style="color: #ffcc00;">over</span></em>.<br /> There is a far away land,<br /> We have a map, <strong>we must go</strong>.<br /> <br /> I prepare with haste <strong>and</strong> <em><span style="font-size: 130%;">much</span></em> reverence for glory.<br /> She is up first,<br /> She climbs into the seat of destiny.<br /> Slides down, It slides in.<br /> Still wet from the resting storm,<br /> <span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>It <em><span style="color: #ff6600;">waits</span></em>…</strong></span>We are the Light:.I AMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09248698153466581871noreply@blogger.com2