lost in flame and destruction, a  body without a soul, adegenerate, drug death trip, was't a heavy toll

sourrounde by loves urgent grace, needles nails in my coffin, tears run down my face.

torn by loves rough delight, heeding the demons call, just like a raindrop, I was born to fall.

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FULL MOON IN ARIES

Whith the eclipse of the new moon the equinox, and the full moon coming up, A rebirth is in  the spring air and its time to check yourself. Are your beliefs in line with your actions? Is your path one of self-destruction and negative manifestation? or is your path aligned with a true heart and a self-aware spirit?

Some might be having nightmares from childhood, some may just feel the need to reinvent part of themselves. In any case this is a good time to put your passion to work for you.

 Transformation and rebirth seem to radiate from the heavens and rests in the restless collective unconscious

"If we don't change, we don't grow. If we don't grow we are not really living. Growth demands a temporary surrender of security." Gail Sheehy

                                                The I Ching 36- The darkening of the light

                                                      sept 30th o4

       The darkening of the black night To say good bye to my long love. When emnity can not be stood,

 Cursed, cursed demons brood. I leave the love that chills the marrow, A  siren cursed and all to harrow.

      Say goodby with one last kiss, make it long or be remiss. So forlorn and easily dismissed.

   Proudly quietly, without a fight, No softly will go to that good night. So in a rage against her love she rails, attacking me with curses, and those long black nails.

        It nips at me when I sleep, no reprieve no  peace. And in this dream I cannot stay awake to a world that wished away.

it is not necessary to understand, it is enough to adore.  The god may be of clay: Adore him; he becomes GOD. We ignore what created us; we adore what we create. Let us create nothing but GOD.

It is the critical spirit which is the devil, and gives rise to the appearance of evil.

When nothing became consciousness, it made a bad bargain.

This consciousness acquired individuality, a worse bargain.

The hermit asked for love, worse bargain of all.

And now he has let his girl go to the mainland to have "success" in "life": Blank loss.

is their no end to this mortal ache that haunts me, haunts me asleep or awake.