The three Sparrows

With warm love on their wings they float to the heart of the the city,

The distant sound of bells toll as they fly,

The air is fresh,

The sound crisp, my stomach strong and mind free as I watch them ground,

Sun light breaks through thick cumulus,

They chirp not calling to eachother,

But in praise to their creator,

They breath and they hope too,

With joy they fly off,

With pride they praise,

They swoop down and meet at a cross roads,

Where there are berries to eat and water to sip,

They hop and jump with verve and fascination.

Flying away as the clouds seal once again,

They head forth to a new land, a new vehement,

To begin a new life,

No danger will touch them there,

Their persistence will continue only with a bowed soul and bold head,

Never to see death,

Never to witness suffering,

Here at the heart of the city there is only salvation.

The sparrows weave a golden thread,

And seal it with a knot, 

Tying our hearts with the light of loving kindness,

Immediately the flowers of Heaven and Earth take bloom and an explosion of colours and scents rise in the soft breeze of humid heat of the this humble day,

Here now is the celebration of life in us all,

The growing in expectation,

The wonderment of the future,

To see only and feel only energy that is pure and good,

In the hearts of these bringers of hope,

The sparrows delight,

And as they fly away not far behind cometh The Light.

A nostalgic peace

If you look deeper you will find that the world is not surface superficial. It is not the pain in the neck electronic garble and nonsensical air time, it is not. 

It is nature, It is travelling and seeing, and experience,

It's the stepping onto a bridge from one place to another,

It's a shaking embrace, tears and expression,

It is art and music of laughter and painting on canvas with oil or acrylic,

It is the beat of heart, rhythm of wind and water current,

love of green and brown, muddy water and mess,

Playing outside and eating lollypops,

not being afraid and not having a care in the world.

It is looking in awe,

Seeing and valuing,

Stepping back and taking in,

Thorough appreciation and respect of the greatness of life.

The touch down of a gull on the surface of the ocean,

A burst of pace and sweat of a man,

The brute energy of wolf and dog,

The raw of a solitary lion,

A baritone or soprano sound or an outburst of improvisation,

The singing of birds in exhalation and exhilaration,

A stretching up and the kneeling down,

A prayer and sigh,

The breath and the life.

Return to the root of existence!

My friend the light

I look up into the distant universe from my home in Fulham and think,

Far far away within the black hole beyond the clouds, stars and galaxies 

exists the creating and  restoring everlasting light.

That light that gives,

That light that is Good,

That light that empowers,

That light that enables salvation.

When I pray, I know only love can help me.

This light is the brightest! 

It's not like the moon that merely reflects light within the darkness of night, or like the sun which is burning gas, 

But this is light that only love creates.

It's not a dominant light, but fulfilling, a caressing light that eases pain, that extinguishes ego and encourages humility, a light that's protects and promises and never gives up on me!

My experience exists within this light and it understands me better than I understand myself. This friendship that exists between me and the light is better than any other, as it is perfect as The Light is perfection itself. 

Imagine being friends with perfection? 

Perfection is Truth,

Perfection is what we all seek, 

Perfection is attainable in our lives if only we ask for His guiding hand, 

If we ask that sincere question,

He will carry us forever on His shoulders,

He will gives us His strength,

He will be the open vessel that floods our soul with loving kindness and warmth,

Never will He leave us!

You just need to ask,

It's as simple as that.

Blessed is he who has The Light of the living God with him! 

Blessed is he who prays to Him!

Blessed is he who has His Love in his life! 

My perfect friend lifts me up from my bed every day, 

Gives me the power to attain that which I need to attain in my life...

And helps me rest when I sleep.

I have faith in Him,

As He is my faith,

He is my strength, 

He is in my flesh and in my blood,

He is my power and my glory,

His name is Jesus of Nazareth.

The Garden of Gesthemane

The challenge that is life,

With each moment brings new battles and broken bridges,

Uphills and rough terrain,

Everything is war.

Psychological, emotional, physical and mental, 

The nuclear warhead explodes, radiating destruction,

The oncoming blast of evil obliterates everything in its path.

War with pain,

War with arrogance,

War with insecurity,

War with outward appearance and inner feelings,

War with addiction,

War with health,

War with nature,

War with opinion,

War with truth,

War with fact and fiction,

War with guns, missiles and ammunition,

War with enemies,

War with friends,

The medicine in life is hatred.

But,

In war,

There is conquest over evil adversity in our minds and hearts, the battlefield won by the humble, the victory over darkness, the purity in people that comes forth in open arms and innocence reducing us to compassion and new bridges are constructed.

In the level sunlit path heading forward to the Olive Grove of reconciliation

the true medicine is humility,

the truly humble fight the real fight,

They cannot be demeaned,

They cannot be belittled,

They cannot be beaten down,

fore the Truth is on their side.

But, with this gift come the hardest tests, 

Tests for the strongest people, 

Those absolute people,

This is spiritual warfare, only here does hatred kneel and bow its head to love.

In the name of Genesis, and of Resurrection, and of the Light that shines on us all. 

The White Horse 🐎

The white horse trots away

with such grace. 

His mission is complete, he heads to the flowered meadows and olive groves beneath the mountains.

To the one's who deny the white horse -

do not judge me I say, do not preach to me, 

And do not think the Lamb is just timid and shy,

And I'll tell you why, 

If you believe in nothing,

Then nothing matters,

But, I will not budge my mind for you,

I will not budge my heart either, 

You are sticky like Cleaver, but I will not stick to you,

I stick to one who's words stick forever,

Stick in my heart,

Fore we are all imperfect,

Life's a balance, life's not a game, 

Do not blame a Lion you cannot tame,

Or get crushed in its jaws,

Outreach your hand to mine and climb, 

Not for fame and adulation or admiration,

Reach for the sky, reach for the center of the black hole, as within darkness shines forth Light, 

Look within, as inside are the cells bound by the Light,

Reach far and high,

And you will never die,

Or even cry,

As the Light shining does not sleep or lie.

Look for the leading horse

galloping fast to the mountain's summit,

The leading horse is bright white,

Lightening quick it bolts,

As it enjoys peace, but is bold and strong,

The second horse is lean and grey and doesn't eat grass or straw.

The third one is brown like the earth and not what it seems,

The last is as black as night. 

Follow the white horse for the Light of Heaven, fore He is Heaven sent, 

The grey horse is deception, a distortion of perception,

The brown is worldly humanity, for those seeking earthly fortune and sexuality,

The black is destruction and rage from another lineage of book and page, arrogantly bowed.

The white horse is The Gift,

We are flawed people,

But we have gifts too,

If only we follow the white horse,

This is not Morse code, a puzzle or a labyrinth,

It's plain as the nose on your face,

It's not a rhyme or riddle to figure out, 

It's the True poetry of Life,

Look around and see,

The insightful see it,

The intuitive rise,

The good get it,

The strong and the wise, 

The peacemakers and rebels,

The weird and strange,

The mocked and stricken,

The chained and the caged,

Don't enslave yourself with pride, don't fade within arrogant skin.  

The white horse stops infront of me,

Such loving kindness,

I stroke his nose and feel his warm breath,

In the end the beginning of life is death. 

Awake

Conquer the enemy within, 

Go forth and extend a hand of encouragement,

Have mercy and help eachother, and

help yourself too.

Awake thoughts,

Insightful and compassionate thoughts,

Give birth to good ideas,

Deep thoughts from the intuitive mind,

The strong that is the real you.

A magical golden and purple swayth of gratitude will envelope you if you reach the Divine,

Reach for it and gain

protection,

Be royally proud and filled with Holy humility,

Wake and embrace the sun in your heart,

Stretch forth brush and pen, shield and sword,

Be bold and sever the negative, 

Express and defend what's yours.

Rule your heart,

Hug your friend and forgive,

Release it and heal,

Write, paint, sculpt, express,

Shine like a gold reflection on the rivers surface,

I've seen it, so be it,

Let the beautiful copper and jade on that surface sparkle and glow,

Beneath the depths of water are boulders and stones, soil and grit,

Grit is the root of the shine,

It determines your courage,

Be brave and come back to your true good self.

Be your sun,

Be your rainbow,

Create liberty in consciousness around you,

Colours shining from a grateful smile and warm eyes.

Hate passes,

Fulfillment returns,

True and meek,

Strong and bold, the old becomes the new,

Power from birth will return and grow,

Diverge and spread a stream of vibrant invisible energy.

Never fade,

Freedom and independence always grows,

Free thinking and awake minds annihilate corruption wherever it exists,

The machinery of the system is crushed by true inspiration,

Never perish,

Grab your pen and write and learn,

Be yourself,

Think freely and learn,

The inspired mind is more than mere inspiration.

The Test

Everyone is unique,

Everyone can be gifted,

Be good and you'll be morally lifted, elevated to a higher plateau, I believe it.

Like the perfected Saints, perfected by Christ to perform the miraculous,

Sinner's are elevated too,

Saints were once sinner's after all,

So, know your treasure, know your call. 

There are guardians, protectors, there are demons, diabolical beings, vampires, people who suck your soul, spirits and Holy Angels and Archangels, the Six Winged Seraphim and Cherubim. 

Don't be Alexander,

Be Diogenes, the dog,

Bold and humble.

The stumbled life is the gifted life, the ability to see what others don't, fore the light shines on you and the spirit sparkles in your stride, 

Which kills the devil's pride.

Like litmus paper,

Soaking up vintage wine, the fluid of experience,

Identifying acid, alkaline or pH neutral,

Been there, observed and accomplished,

I'm here for an unknown length of years,

and God knows my tears,

He knows my battle,

Ingrained in trauma.

Like a grape vine,

Holding on for support,

I grip His Hand,

Suffering brings this clarity,

But, with it full bodied strength and charity. 

Now, I'm the litmus test,

Like my brother says, even when I'm wrong I'm right.

Even when he's in bed and out of sight,

crippled from the waste down and mentally incapacitated, now he's elevated,

His gift is child like innocence, 

He sees only the pure, 

Even in his weak state he sees the strength,

No blame or doing wrong,

Just strong. 

Calm is dangerous, but more so are the gifts. The gifts from above, protection through humility and faith in Truth, the gifted are the proof.

Know thyself,

Fore knowing you are weak,

That there's something stronger,

Creates a long life.

Ever existence comes from resistance, 

Resist breaking another soul, resist doing evil, resist closing your heart to Christ, 

Christ beckons the open hearted, the loving kind.

That gives me peace of mind.

When I stumble and when I trip, ask for mercy, I know it's for my own good, to remind me, remain solid footed and grounded, it keeps the blood suckers away and the demons. Contemplate and walk the walk, let your actions speak, don't be weak, be true, then God will stick to you like a super glue.

My good soul was obliterated,

Deluded and hallucinogenic,

Paranoid and insecure,

Anxious to the core,

Now I'm bullet proof,

Kill me and I'll become more powerful than your imagination,

Ascending to Heaven,

In God's Grace,

Cradled and strong, 

Forget martial art, muscle, physicality, guns, knives, weapons of destruction.

When one has insight, foresight, intuitive understanding, morally courageous aptitude, and above all good will for mankind, 

Divine protection and provedance will come.

Pass the test.

What's your gift?